a small token of kindness (4th October 2021)
there are moments when the sun appears closer to our fingertips than our hearts; dancing on the edge like a silver speck of innocence. it is similar to the essence of November's fate; rich in anticipation.
and then the oceans gaze upon the clothes that time has adorned, to fit within a shape and a capsule of eclipse. it remains intact with its gaze, yet never once being able to interact with the emotions that are displayed. one needs must no particular symmetry to fit in; it is disaster and disorder that creates history.
it is quite so a mystery still how the elements of earth find no reason to discuss the obscure bits of reality; they live and they live on, there is nothing beyond and nothing before. however one cannot help wander into the spaces where the elements coexist, wishing to die into a million fragments and scan and learn. to bloom like a lotus, in a pool of mud.
they say, it is tragic, to love. or to allow love to push you down the hill; it is fatal. but does not every human emotion push you to the worst; to the core, to the cliff? ignore them, push and defend, tear them apart; but understand that no matter what, you shall keep feeling them, the emotions that live in your blood.
please do not fear though. what is love, except a language we follow because it makes our hearts blossom?
if you love, you are powerful. you become the sky, the clouds and the rainbows and nobody owns you. you become the Kingdom, you become the ruler. a lover can never be defeated for the amount of universe it wounds within itself, while a hater dies and dies until death too slips away.
love is real, but like the sun and the stars, it is dead. and nothing dead can hurt. love, therefore, is incapable of causing pain. it merely sits upon your heart. it is by virtue of your actions that it gets access to your wound.
lend love a corner. it is only an abandoned sin, a forgotten sun, in search of a sky.
#adropofhumanity
