Silly girl. Daydreaming, drunk of the idea of love.
Can I tell them the truth?
No they wouldn’t understand.
Why?
How do you explain love to a world that has forgotten what it is?
You show them.
But how do you protect yourself?
You don’t. Love is sacrifice.
How do you know the right ones to love?
Now there the question.
But what if you don’t choose anyone? What if you love everyone as is? Because that’s what it takes to heal. Universal love.
No matter how deep your sorrows, how dark your sins. I will love the blacks of your shadow, in the light. For they do not define you.
Love is supposed to heal.
But if you pour your love into everyone, and none know what love is, who loves you back.
That is my grand manifestation. To belong to no one but myself. To learn to feed myself the same love I sow in others. To accept my shadows in the ways I have others. And if Omoni decides to bless me with a lover who equals me, may she, for my hands shall be open to the greatest gift bestowed on man.
May the world return to you the same love.
They can’t. But I am learning that that’s ok.