Price of Love
What is the price of love?
What if all that you hold dear was replaced in an earth shattering instance because of love? What if everything you thought you lived for was ripped from you in a matter of a mere second?
What is the purpose of life? What is the reason to live on if the love you held so tightly was jarred from your chest with a razor blade so precise that every tiny morsel of feeling was taken with the dying organ that used to be your heart?
What is the purpose? Why even bother with or fight for anything anymore?
What if your open wound had salt poured on it? Then a sledge hammer was used to make sure there are no more life giving beats left in the blood pumping organ. Then, for good measure, the bloody tissue left from the beating was placed in a meat grinder and then fed to a pack of wild lions that fought over the dead organ and ripped to shreds as each of them fought for a small piece of the bloody, smashed, lifeless heart.
In an instance anyone’s life can change. In one instance a choice can be made. In one very small instance something huge can be replaced.
Love for lovelessness.
Hope for utter turmoil.
Life for death.
