so

the question was "you don't know how much you're loved, do you?" In my nothingnees & emptiness, there seems an unawareness of feeling loved. When all passion is gone and no interest in love... I wonder why am i on this road? how did i get here? Then in my own mess, I am loved. The wrong turns i made and addictions i have lead me to believe that i need to work my way back home to love. Paddle back and see if i can ride backwards on the same path...that's quite impossible. shall we head home?