All that you love might not fit in the palm of your hand.
Things that matter the most, are things we can’t possess
You could cling on to someone all night
until they leave you alone at sunrise,
and the emptiness takes it’s place right.
The Night creates illusions,
but again, the sun throws light.
Think beyond belongingness, think appreciation and admiration
The tighter we grasp on to things in ownage, the faster we kill them.
For a bird can’t fly in a cage, and a flower won’t bloom when cut
and we can’t grab hold of water or air or sunlight
Or Souls
We could touch the skin, the cover that covers what’s inside,
but not what’s inside.
And isn’t that an illusion?
For it makes you feel you’re near what you love,
while you’re still layers and layers away.
Try loving from distance
From where you can give but not demand
How about loving without acquiring?
For what it is and not what it gives you
Like loving the moon, but not for moonlight.