Love. Something that I can't give exact definition to. All that it does to me is give me that feeling. Hard to describe it but it feels like lying on the grass gazing up the skies. It feels like dancing in the rain. It sounded like the birds singing on the withered cold tree outside of your bedroom window on one fine day in winter.

It doesn't stop there. Love sometimes feels like cuts on your fingers. Or the pain in your stomach when you saw someone was killed brutally. It makes you sick up to your throat. 

Love. Is it actually real? Or is it just another comfort zone for us? Or perhaps, it's just another clear cold pond. It may keep you moistened but it can also numb you.