1. Once...
The thing you've got to realize is that it is always about love. True, there may be times when you feel like death is taking over and misery and hate and pain spread faster than a modern disease, but when you are all alone, in the middle of the night, the stars shining above your head and the moon smiling at you, what is it but love that remains? That powerful force keeps us all together in this infinite space, it makes us alive in this planet we like to call Earth.
Look at your body in its perfectness. Look at your skin, at your moles, at the hair growing from its surface. Look at your face reflected on the mirror, as our ancestors did on the surface of the waters. Take a moment to stare back at your own eyes and think about what comes to mind. Now slightly change the focus to look at your nose. Do you notice your upper lip? Slowly follow its course, find your other lip, and carefully wet them with your tongue. Can you feel it? Can you see how it glistens? Can you comprehend your own body? Your teeth appeared for a quick moment, did you see them? And you call this not love?
What is it that keeps your pieces together, those incredible miracles of life that make you be? Breathe in the air, all around you there are hidden fragrances to be found. A sweet scent emerges only to disappear, suddenly mixing itself with the freshness of the woods, and then the smell of dew. And you call this not love? And you call this not a blessing? Not love but some other word?
If so, tell me then, what is it?
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Spectacle of an Era
PoetryA collection of thirteen intertwined poems and short stories. For the reader of a technologically globalized world Who has some time to spare When all begins to crumble.
