Gift

I’m writing patterns in this warm sand, reflecting back at childhood memories, when our hearts and souls reunited as one. Life was transformed right in front of our eyes, slowly, but surely and every poem or verse we could find had a relation to the journey that was laid down for us. Filled with hate and sorrow, our eyes wept and continued to clash on. They planned our future in secret, but we never wanted anything to do with it, because the price of freedom is a hill too steep to reach. So we’ll continue climbing mountains, crossing oceans and voyage through desserts until we find the answers, the answers that were lost deep within the arc of time. Just hold my hand, Stranger, and I’ll give you a gift so beautiful even you can’t resist, it’s easy and unconditional.

Author's Note

My philosophy of life.