A flock of birds overhead having escaped from between a brush. What are you afraid to lose? Love.
Is it possible to lose love? No.
Why? Because it will always within you. It’s like a flow state – when I go towards him it is with my whole life.
As a child I was told that home has only four walls, a door, a wall, and a roof. No one tells me it could be arms to hold when I am afraid or a smile and laugh from a person too.
“If there is nothing left, you have all of me.” He whispered.
It’s fine, it’s alright. Because I’ll still have all of his smile and I was aware that I had been looking for him on every street, in every crowd. I want to meet him in every place I ever loved.
I see him everywhere, in the moon, in the stars, in the river. To me he is everything that exists. He has always been here in my heart before I even met him. He has always been here. Always.