Love Exists

Sometimes I stare at this endless abyss that is known as life and I feel that there is no end. No end to the lies, the deceit, to the falseness that individuals reek of. No end to the hate, to the dolefullness of this world. I see the pain, the ravaged souls of the loveless walking around like a hollow shell. But sometimes, some rare times... I see someone who has emerged from the emptiness. A soul not left unblemished, not left without some disfigurement but who, at their core, are still enchanted at some level by the idea that love exists.