[Gina]

Love is a refugee camp, with unlocked doors, freely, all are granted entrance. Instead, in trance of the chaos beyond the bounds of this ambrosial refuge, there is a war against its impenetrable security. I fear I am alone within these walls. Please, come in with me. I hear you fighting, and pleading, and I commiserate, but in the residence of love, there is no contention, just, unconditional understanding. Within love, you can stand out, if you just open the door and blend in with me. I almost want to break free, because I can not bare to desert the world, within misery.