I could never wrap my head around the idea of love. For some; it was a person, a cheery memory,a reason to move forward. But for some it was a distant memory, a drought, a long forgotten incident.
I asked my mother how should I know what love really is; and she told me: Love will never be a Person. It'll be respect in your eyes and care in your heart. It'll also be the worry in your mind and pain in your head, it'll come in all your passions, sounds of laughter of your friends and glimmer of all things you care about. Don't cage it around the idea of a person; this is the only way it will hurt you.
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PoetryThere is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be...
