the word "falling in love" makes my skin chill
the sound of falling alone and the tingling of unending anticipation to pain
it makes me impossible to face it.
my throat starts to feel stucked up
my mind wanders why my whole life avoids it but my being wants to be loved
the horror came to me, i never learned to love myself.
I've never seen myself to be loved
I loathed myself
I pitied myself
And never knew my self-worth
And unconsciously I started to gather myself;
Why should I love myself?
Inappropriate and bitter question, ever made.
To narcissist please let me know your reasons.
I returned to the beginning of life (Philosophically)
We are part of the nature. And nature brings forth life effortlessly
This effortlessly, where did it came from?
Even thought weeds are being trampled, stepped and weeded out;
they still continue to grow effortlessly, not that they are bad weeds
but they are great at what they're doing.
We, what are we great on doing?
We have great inquisitive minds
that we also ask what our origin is.
Where did nuclei start from;
our very existence?
We are one great species
of all that is created by the Creator.
Now we are afraid of such things like falling inlove?
WHY? why do we keep things very complicated?
Because we are great species with imperfection
that seeks perfection.
