XXLove letters

 

 

When I think about love and happiness,

 

Sometimes I walk and stumble,

Sometimes I feel sad,

We have to admit,

There is beauty in sadness,

It’s mesmerizing like rain in late autumn,

It is a miraculous blossom,

It is a white wall with a picture of God,

 

It’s like a mysterious stranger,

She stands on the threshold of all that will fall apart,

 After she says ‘Good bye’,

She is ready to step on fresh virgin snow,

Something like this,

She runs barefoot to him in the rye,

This scene must be cut out,

It is old fashioned, moldy and slow,

 

Love and happiness are twisted notions,

If happiness is fish,

Fishermen can get it at the fishmonger’s shop,

Love is rarity,

Love becomes a commodity,

Love prices grow,

How easily people invest in a lie using it as a stage prop,

 

Where is love?

In ourselves or in others,

Love is like happiness,

There are so little love and joy in the world,

Happiness isn’t to stand on the summit,

Happiness is to climb up,

Reaching or not the mountain top,

 

I cannot be always happy,

Maybe because I want something,

It’s something I shouldn’t get,

Maybe it’s my fault,

I exclude it from my diet,

So that I can truly enjoy it,

After forgetting happiness taste,

 

Happiness is patchy,

It’s sweet and bitter too,

It’s like music and light in your laughter,

Walking down the street you breathe in the wind,

If we color life with what we see,

It’s a kitten that sits on a windowsill,

It’s two friendly fighting kids,

Will our life differ?

 

There are days,

There are roles,

We don’t understand,

It may be a game of emotions and feelings,

Not only my own,

I’m somebody else,

My identity stays unknown.