You were supposed to become mad in love!
You had heard messages like these
Like arrows shot from the bows of departed bodies
Yes, they pierced me
What did you see in the fog on the tree?
What did you hear in the intoxicating sound of the birds during the night?
And a newborn embryo asleep in their embrace?
How could you hear?
Because you wanted to become a mad in love
I wanted you to commit a sin
And do it with your forgotten memory
I wanted you to revive some remnant of love
I wanted you to become a something good
So that I could know that nothing is final
Every language of the beginning is a touch
Every last one searches for itself in the memories of its three previous lives
It searches in the same way
Just as I am curious to search for you.
This was the only incident that happened after you left
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 馃槉馃檹 
