I do not believe in happy endings. I haven’t seen them, not so much that I start to believe in them. Like others, hopelessness is an emotion too. Feel it until you can’t anymore.
Turn into a baby again.
Roll over your torso.
When did we grow up?
What was the need to do so?
You are close to my heart,
far by distance though not that far,
beautiful, elegant, intelligent and smart,
shining bright in the night as a star.
We are hurt and exhausted. We both faced a great fall in our lives. We give a lot to the ones we love, so much that we forget to love ourselves. I have learnt, though, after processing my emotions throughout the time I devoted to myself, that no matter what, I will never again forget to love myself. None’s entry or exit in and out of my life would affect me so much as to make me hollow and void of love. We will rise.
The nature is a blessing bestowed upon humans. Both, being a part of the ecosystem, are mutually dependent on each other. Nature is self-evident, self- born, self- existing but requires the cultivation by the human and nutrition from the waste of the animals to sustain with fertility.
I should trust you.
Or should I?
Only on a promise
that you won’t make me cry.