Love veneers a thin line between tenderness and destruction. When losing that ethereal feeling, you seem spiritually lost. Trying to reenter painful memories, makes you feel all the more disillusioned and chaotic. The longing and concept of time seems to lose sense of all meaning. Sometimes it might remind you of how your mother's face felt, but the vision is often blurred. Love causes us to question our fate or whether we're seeing mere reflections of our past.
What is really the full capacity of grief, could it take over someone's consciousness entirely?