And with and in love i flounder again,
not knowing if love is not real; something we make up and does not exist
or is real as it happens daily, and i feel its fingers upon my shoulders
and twisting in my mind.
I am in love with you,
but i believe love does not exist,
perhaps both are truths,
and one day we will live in love, in a world without love
as love will be living,
and we will have no need for a name to describe its touch.
As David Byrne says
'I believe in a world without love'
and i may not believe in love,
but i believe in David Byrne.