The first kind is guarded with pride and against all intruders, the other is left alone lying around hoping someone will pick it up and learn all its secrets.
I never knew one of the first kind. All my words have been left floating over the winds of time in the hope that one day will land on fertile ground turning darkness into smiles.
What would the people say after I'm gone? Many will say nothing, others will say too much, but as I've leant to say, 'God will say it all'.
Was I someone who cared for others more than me? Of course not. Did I care for me more than others? Completely wrong too. Did I care for anything or anyone at all? I only cared for one single thing and that was love. A love that I never understood or felt but knew that it undoubtedly existed and made part of all. An illusion of joy, health and youth which travels the oceans as whales in command of the Seven Seas. Yes, I cared for something but I never trusted 'that something' cared for me for it kept eluding me like a fish avoiding the net. Was I the net or the fish? That I will never know, for sometimes I loved to swim free but others I longed to be caught in love.
To whom to cry my tears if there's no one to hear? To the Wind which takes them to the sky and makes them disappear. To the Water who wash its sorrows and makes them rain over again or to the Fire which burns in love all that once was and no longer is or to the Earth, going back to heaven in return of gold.
Words that no one will read, words that no one will care. Sing a song of sorrow, sing my song of joy. As others protect their privacy, I offer mine in whole to all the public elements of this planet to use my love as children's toy.
To the day of death a stone will read, 'I did not know him well but I love to read his tales'
LoveAlways
xXx
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