I tried to love her, I really did.
I was so close to tenderly touch her heart.
I was so close to her center, to her beautiful, loving center.
But she was afraid, afraid of being fearless,
afraid of of letting go.
Letting go of all the walls she had built around herself,
built around herself in order to survive in this world,
in this world, where showing the heart has become a sign of weakness,
and calculation, calculation with the mind, one of the highest aims.
Her little heart, her little, beautiful heart did suffer so much.
That’s why she built these walls, so as not to break in this world,
to survive in this world, where the heart is no longer valued.
And these walls, they kept me away from her center,
from her warm, loving center.
Eventually she slowly becomes her walls, slowly forget about herself.
Her warm, loving self.
I was so close. So close to break down these walls.
But she was so afraid, so afraid of being fearless,
so afraid of letting go.
What a pity.
For what else do we live for, if not for the metamorphosis of our centers,
of our raw, pure selves.
What else are we here for?
I was so close.
