Treachery Against My Two Half Moon Spectacles
A twist of fate, something I haven't fully yet figured. To harvest love, means to put it down slowly on the ground, let it mature to pick it up again. I guess that's why I haven't ever understood it yet. My love was always that of a sunflower, unreached, unfulfilling, hard to get and leave me standing alone in the dark by the end of the day. Yet the purest. But... Fate sometimes has little funny tweaks to turn. And they say; what comes around, goes around. Observing this world through my blurry two half moon spectacles, I see treachery. We humans, cheat on this life with every second gave to us to breath, and I can no longer keep on living this way. My soul, if it will ever be damned and cursed, should at least have lived the beauty of love by now. I mean, 25 years counts no? If I die today, my biggest regret would be that I have not learned to be loved yet, I don't know what it means. I have been loved, and deeply. The problem is with between me and the Universe. But ...