Haven’t you beat me down enough for one existence?
This time even my soul is tired!
I’ve been found a million times
But still I get lost in rhythms
Dreaming about a better place
Where angels no longer hide
Please let me become Divine...

My pen is dripping
from my heart and soul,
hoping to grow
a bit more beautiful
each day.

I think love is what we need in the world.
We needed it so badly we created it. Then we fought over it. And we corrupted it. It even became a disease. Until we found it had a medicinal effect. It could heal.

Love seeps into the ground where we bury it. The decay leaves traces of it. So is love also in death? Love is powerful indeed.

If love can find its way in life and death, it must not be mortal like us. Perhaps we can call it Divine. It must be what we see when we look up to the sky.

That’s why we describe it in so many ways. It flows like the blood in our veins. And when we no longer have the strength in our heart, it becomes the soul of our own.