Do you love me enough that I am allowed to be damaged? Do you love me enough that I am allowed to be weak in some places?

Do you love me enough that I am allowedto be damaged? Do you love me enough that I am allowed to be weak in some places?

When the twilight of all my evenings reaches me, after a long dark day, my complicated thoughts suffocate inside all of my uncomplicated longings. Evenings refuse to end. And the dawns that constantly swallow up my nights, always shows me an extremely long road I still need to tread, and discover. And get hurt.

Where the cheerful childrenof unwritten poems,play all around,you will find me there.

Love has helped me to know God, but in a very selfish way. I learned that if there is one source, only one source, through which I can get everything I love, then it is God. Only God. By loving something or someone, this is who God became to me: a Giver; a Protector: a Helper. Nothing more.