Breaking time, light enters through the corridor, frightened, I close the door. "It can't be me," I think. "I can't be that much love," I say. Why did I break time? Why did I want to be free? I hear the birds chirping, day-breaking, time has been forgotten 'cause I have been shattered into a trillion specks, into all of us, human beings. My child, my father, my mother, my brother, my sister, my family and you, the stranger who knocks at my door as I exhale and inhale the freedom within life. "It can't be me," I say. "I can't be that much love," I think. Is it the truth? Silence reigns, so I peek and open the door, but light blinds me tight, so I rush and shut the door. "It can't be me," I think. "I can't be that much love," I say. Breaking time, light enters through the window, frightened, I am life you love. "It can't be me," I say. "I can't be that much love," I think. Although shut close is the door, windows are open, so light impregnates me with bliss, so I contemplate the beauty of being love, without opening the door. Who is it out there that I can't see? It is me. It is you. It is much more, it is love knocking at the door, breaking time.
There are days when things seem unreal. We believe life is a dream painted of reality. On the contrary, there are days things seem so real we wish it were a dream. How can we find a balance between our dreams and reality?