Sometimes we fool ourselves with our own thoughts.
Sometimes we blind ourselves so we won't see the truth.
We love with all heart, like children we become, running in the field of flowers.
But when we get hurt, we dig in our hearts we shovel out the love.
We spoil in the hatred.
We become our own enemies.
Darkest sides of us just appearing.
Why is it hard??
Simply because your LIFE IS YOUR SCHOOL
PEOPLE is its questions
And the DAYS are the answers.
Loving again is hard trusting becomes even more hard, life in particular becomes hard.
Life becomes a dealership.