You Two
You, I know you tried your best
Your anger just another expression of love
of fear to lose me, to see me hurt by life.
You didn’t realise what I needed
You assumed and projected
based on your reality.
But that’s okay.
I understand now.
I see that behind your fear, love was hiding.
Always there, wanting to connect, to be close
and at the same time fearing to lose me even more through your actions
assuming everything you do is probably wrong.
But know that I love you. I see you.
And if you would still live, I would show it to you.
Helping you to heal your wounds your parents and the world did to you
because they also didn’t know how to love
and instead lived in their warped world views.
Just know that even now that you are dead
I’m thinking about you. Realising that I am a part of you
and you are a part of me.
In the end we are all one.
Playing a game of separation
and lying to ourselves about who we are.
I love you and I hope you can love yourselves too.
“Brief” posts are much shorter posts and don’t try to explain every thought but try to paint a picture.
They are statements and open questions to the reader and not discussions.
“Brief” is the German word for “letter” and English word for “short”. If you speak it out loud, you realise it sound phonetically identical to “breathe”. So, take these “Brief” posts as something to consume, reflect and relax. As a distraction from your daily life.
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