your love

Your love,

what is it made of?

And is it all made up?

And if you know who I am,

why don't you call my name?

If you haven't died,

then you still love today.

Yes, you stayed.

But you lost your home.

You stayed,

but you were

no longer loved.

Not for a long time.

You were alone.

You became restless.

You started to brood.

You sought closeness.

You wanted to talk.

You waited.

Slowly at first,

then ever faster.

You became quieter.

More and more quiet.

There was this tension

in your body.

Suddenly you became

completely rigid.

Yes, you stayed.

But you were gone.

More and more

exhausted.

Doubtful.

Empty.

Sad.

Meaningless.

Insecure.

You dreamt

someone gave you an egg,

and on it was written:

you are too much.

Your heart is not secure.

It is nowhere.

Until you find

what you really need.

The Book of Books.

Until you make a decision

that you already made.

Without love, we fall.

We fall ill.

Anyone can fall in love.

It requires almost nothing from us.

Staying in love requires

courage,

patience,

commitment,

honesty,

creativity,

and

self-confidence.

Staying in love is a skill.

So is waking up.

Freedom is the most dangerous path.

The price of truth and clarity is high.

And yes, you are scared to death.

But there are worse things than death.

And also

other than death,

better than death.

So give

her

a

new name.

Every day anew.

If you want her to stay.

We are infinite.

Love will feel safe.

...

Happy New Year.