You believe that you would only love someone whom you'd admire
who shall inspire a highest light out of your art
who's so outstanding and shining like a statue of a god

So of course, the vulgar cursing saleswomen in the food markets by the street is disdainful in your eyes

And the girls raddled with heavy makeup in night clubs every day make your stomach feel bad

The person that you shall fall in love with should be the one with the light of a Saint

with an inspiration that you can never reach


You believe that this is the only person that you will fall for ever


But such kind people, you have actually seen, in the long flow of your life surely not many, but at least one or two

Actually you have not just seen them, you talked with them, you laughed together and shared some days together

You even lay in the same bed together, you kissed one, you licked the lips of the vagina of another one of them

But you didn't fall in love. Because you didn't recognize them at all. You didn't recognize that they were the people that you believe that you would fall for.

Even if they showed themselves fully in front of you. So you can see that it's not their fault.

it's just you.

Maybe, the people that really suit you are not the saints with light behind their eyes. Are not those that you'd admire that much.
Because they appeared in your life twice or more without your awesomeness of it.

Maybe what really suits you is not those who are so high that you don't even have the ability to notice, but is just someone who's rather slightly higher than you, so you can see yourself in her while see something more than yourself that'd be not too high for you to reach but just the right place to be notived by you.

For a person who has no sense of art, if you put a masterpiece in front of him, his eyes wouldn't even shine more than when he sees a dirty child. But if you put his favorite fruit in front of him he would jump and get excited like a child. And that's how a master in art behaves when he is presented with a masterpiece.

I'm happy to have shown you my light. And I'm happy to know that you didn't have the eyes to see them. So that I didn't get lost.

And I hope you get what you deserve.

To not be misunderstood, this prose is not inspiring at all.









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