When you start to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell into their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body but not your heart.
And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.
The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched, they are felt with the heart.”
– Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
Whenever I look into the eyes of animals, I always find a sweet innocent creature existing there. A creature who questions humanity and asks “why are we animals more loving and faithful than you?
Mind and heart, I think, can’t work together or is it that your mind shrinks your heart?
“Proud are we being animals and feel pity for you who though having mind and heart, lack one when using other. And happy we are using everything we have got and giving everything we can.”
“You feel you are superior and way ahead, and this we feel, makes us superior. We may not create structures as you do, but we do create composition of love, care, faith and innocence in our and your hearts. One can’t be rich with empty rigid hearts….”
You send me the signals that we’re over, we’re through. But why do you keep coming back if that’s true? You ask for my forgiveness time and time again but I’m sick of giving it to you, not anymore will I. Your confusion is rubbing off on me, just because you’re unsure doesn’t mean I have to be as well. I know you don’t want me, I get it, there’s no need to make me feel like shit as well. I’m done with you, like you are I, now can we drop these petty games and part our ways?