Love

Love is the conviction that i really want to hold onto at the root of my soul. If there's one thing I'm trying to hold out for, trying not to dumb down, trying not to sell out, its Love. If its real, then it just might be worth believing in. Isn't it rooted in the depths of this old world, sewn into our broken DNA? Isn't it there to be redeemed if just someone we can trust would put us under the knife long enough to give that hurt soul a heartbeat?