he believes in love,
he believes in the love of the sky
and the earth and the stars. how
they endlessly tug onto each other
but never really blossom into the conflict of the sea and its shore,
always reaching but never enough.
he has too lived this life, lacked but hoping, attempted but staying. yet
he likes to believe that believing is an easy thing to do. I don't blame him for thinking so. I mean, think about why birds stay in the same place, when they could depart to any place in the world. he likes to believe that he does have a chance even when every wall around him has collapsed.
he is as fragile and as frail as the peace in this morbid earth we call home. he likes to think he is not strong. but he is. God, he is. in a world of
half hearted love and whole hearted betrayal, he likes to believe that it
will be okay. we will be fine. maybe
the truth is, we never were, we never will be but to believe in something is close enough to living it. and that is why he is strong, because he believes, because he holds on.
; his princess
