The black hole where love should be is the loneliness I see in my addicted friends. They seem to have been abandoned even by themselves and they float untethered in a vacuum always searching for something, anything, to fill the emptiness of their heart.

Sometimes we are emptied of love by giving ourselves away and other times, it is stolen from us. Either way, it must be replenished. Love can't be created in an empty heart. It is only available from the source.

The source of love is love itself, God.

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[ January 06, 2004, 11:56 PM: Message edited by: smilinize ]