Letters for the Universe

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                        Love is far

We're so far apart, we're together for fear of being alone, not for a real sense of unity.

I miss hugs, demonstrations of empathy, love, longing, questions of how my day was.

I miss being loved. From desperately sharing feelings, but matters about artificial things always dominate everywhere.

So, I ask myself;

Is there a place to live that will embrace and welcome me?

                   The sky consoles

Only the greatness of the sky and the sea could explain love, we dive, we sink and fly in the infinite, perhaps the finest fabrics to the most delicate petals of the flowers could describe what it is to feel in this world. The intensity of a storm would perhaps describe the intensity of when we cry. When we feel pain.
And the wind, the freedom.
The universe, light brushstrokes

       

                My dear inner child

And more the years go by, they say we get even more beautiful. But my eyes are saddened at being more and more aware of all the evil in this world, I am afraid. I'm afraid because when I was a child, I only saw the world as a home, a beautiful place full of new things to explore, friends, dreams to be fulfilled and without any kind of clock alerting me of the hours that go by. Today, my own dreams gave up dreaming, make me unable to be free and not afraid, inform me about wars, injustices and the evil that people carry, tell me that the world will take away all my dreams and what my conscience told me .. I need a why every day to be happy, and today, someone can take the happiness I have carried for years, someone and stuff, future, impressions, and my inability to do what everyone do. My dreams will never be material. I dream intensely with happiness, but never just for me, happiness for the world. To say that these days seems like a joke... And it scares me to seem impossible. I can not express, speak, dance without feeling intensely guilty and afraid. I don't want to be happy alone.
Please bring my childhood back, where problems were not interested in participating in my life, when I didn't think how I was feeling...I just felt.