Your eyes may speak the cons of consistency – you live a life of make
believe; you might have forgotten how to believe in your dreams –
their steadfastness might have slipped from your grasp. Your burdens
sometimes resound like a tempest, reverberating through the space,
thunderous and relentless, yet always, the sun breaks through; its
radiance brings warmth, and with warmth, love flourishes.

And love remains, unless it softly murmurs: “I’ve finally departed.”
Love knows no age, neither young nor old, but exists in the
timelessness of a breath – for in moments of suffocation, that breath
arrives to clear your chest…

Your anguish could be distilled into a single droplet – a tear, so
numerous that they could overflow a basin – do not allow them to
drown your heart or wash away your soul. Instead, release them to
rise and vanish beneath the sun, into this life that is both exquisite
and untamed.


                       We could be love, if only we learn to love more!