I am like a child.
By forgiving, I forget everything that happened.
When something makes me happy I forget all my misfortunes and they leave without a trace.
And that's how my life has been since they reached me and arrived, they have made me happy and I have forgotten.
I would be able to say that I am happy.
After so much, I finally return to being happy again.
The feeling of returning home with the memory of laughter and virtuous moments with them.
The feeling of just going to bed desperately looking forward to the next day to meet those people again.
The feeling of being someone you really are.
The feeling of having affection towards a person.
The feeling of understanding that you have someone by your side.
The feeling of happiness, satisfaction.
It's a beautiful thing.
It is something magnificent that overflows your spirit and heart of love.
Of so much love that there is no room for negative thinking.
No harmful, evil or destructive thought.
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And likewise without speaking or thinking I will leave
Where limitless love will grow in my soul
I will go so far through the fields, I will go when the afternoon sings, I will go, wounded by the wheat.
~Arthur Rimbaud
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Red People [English]
Poetry☆ My nr purpose in this life? Don't know. I'll stop looking, I'll stop trying to understand why I'm here. And I will let my purpose come to me. In order to know what I have to do and if I can continue. I will let it flow with the waves, until...
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