but let’s be honest.

Having your wounds kissed

by someone who doesn’t see them as disasters in your soul

but cracks to put their love into

is the most calming thing in this world.

the longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible;

nostalgia for what never was;

the desire for what could have been;

regret over not being someone else;

dissatisfaction with the world's existence.

All these half-tones of the soul's consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.

The sensation we come to have of ourselves is of a deserted field at dusk,

sad with reeds next to a river without boats,

its glistening waters blackening between wide banks.

A kind word,

sincerity,

fresh air,

clean water,

a garden,

kisses,

books to read,

sheltering arms,

a cosy bed,

and to love and be loved in return.

and start figuring out the one i have.