Let me whisper you a secret, you say.
There is no moon tonight and your eyes
are the only lights I see.
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We make do within the boundaries of our limitation, and let’s face it, we are pretty limited. And nothing in this life is free. There’s always a price to pay for everything. The price of fame is freedom. The price of freedom is obscurity. Nobody can be Shakespeare long after their deaths. Most aren’t even Shakespeare during their lifetimes. Some are lucky to be loved by many, but the luckiest is he who is truly loved by one. In his lover’s eyes he is beautiful in his virtues. In his lover’s eyes, he is even more beautiful in his imperfections. In the end, everybody desires this life, this kind of existence.
To be loved completely and unconditionally.
This is what I found from my shattered dream:
an illuminated reality,
an ocean of love
and you.
My feet draw steps wide and sure,
as I walk in straight line towards you.
You smile.
And my steps become lighter, faster, airbound
as I run—--
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"In his lover’s eyes, he is even more beautiful in his imperfections. In the end, everybody desires this life, this kind of existence"
ReplyDeleteI love this part.
Don't you think it's true, though? What more could be better for us in this life than being loved without being judged, without expectations?
ReplyDeleteI don't like expectations. They make me want to break into a run and escape :/