Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Next winter I retire.

I look at the world.
I see it in it's entirety.
I see mountains, oceans, streams.
I see cities, taxis, people.
Dirty clothes, ditry faces, dirty hearts.

I see the pain in the world.
Mothers hold their children and say it's going to be alright.
Everything is going to be alright.
All lies.
Yet - they still manage to
kiss them goodnight.
Move on.

I see cruel words
cruel people.
I see lovers entwined in an alley,
drugs dealt in daylight.
A little girl sips her lemonade.

What do I love, when I love life?

I love love.




I love you.

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