Maybe she is a butterfly among your garden of flowers, collecting nectar from the sweetness of your beautiful heart, maybe you’re not supposed to catch her because that would render her wings useless and prevent her from flying.
Maybe your purpose is to let her be free.

A flowers true beauty is revealed in the process of its blossoming, and so similar to this must our hearts be broken open so that we can unveil the depth of our truest love.

Our bodies are like incandescent light bulbs,
That spark of electricity, that spark of heat and energy that is generated to light us up from the inside is love.
In its absence there is no light and so the world around us becomes dull, sombre, and lightless.
Suddenly we become purposeless, since our purpose is to shine, to emit light.

In somber silence,
Im wandering through this world,
Through this life,
For i am nothing but a shadow with a body attached to it

There are flames powerful,
Burning deep within me,
At the core of my heart,
Equivalent to the fire,
Burning inside of a hearth.

My eyes became caves,
And from them sprung roaring waterfalls,
But the ever expanding deserts of my heart and of my soul where life once flourished could still never be sustained or nourished.

And so I told her, dear, push me away gently,
like a kid who loves his paper boat,
let me drift ahead alongside this pavement and I shall find my own course.