if you woke up and forgot who you are,
read your yesterday and pick up your old photographs.

it's simple.
just take my hand.

remember.

these are my hands. stained.
my feet. sore.
my arms. weak.
my legs. failing.
my body. heavy.

this is my heart. strong.
my spirit. willing.
my soul. set-free.
my mind. resilient.

you are everything i want and need.
but
everything i cannot have and keep.

the problem we are today

sometimes, it is just too predictable.
the movies, the novels, the books have all shaped the way you're suppose to act, feel and respond.

it shapes you to believe in what you should - thinking that it is what it is.
you're a mere reflection of what's already been written.

i for that matter, choose to re-write you, romance, and redefine you, love.

we see mirror images but distinctly refuse to acknowledge the one true image.

we both see two separate beings, but seem to love one and hate the other.
who are you in love with ?
the image, or the figure ?

it's good to ask yourself these questions.
and it's good to question : who of these two do you know ?
the image ? or the person ?

this is because they are both totally different people.

love is at work when the strong pick up the weak.