There’s no worth in the duality of men.
Where is sacrifice in the hearts of men?
How strong is the desire to be free? To be someone else?
The butterfly rebirths itself.
The caterpillar sacrifices itself to expose its true beauty.
There is no question of what life is or to become.
It is not enough to be your heart, I need to be your lungs. Make me your first breath of air in the morning and the last one in your evening. I need to live in your brain. Let all of your thoughts be
I miss the warmth of tangled bodies. I miss the fingers on my arms and legs. I often wonder what our lives would be like, if we hadn't missed each other. I too wonder if this feeling is love or loneli