Treat me like a strand of beads and throw me away. One for
your ego, one for your wounds, one for you insecurities, and a few for the parts
of you that you cannot find, even in me.
This is love. This is how we love. To us love is the thing that owes us
justice, owes us peace and must be crucified for all the tears we shed. The things
we wanted and never got from all those whom love was meant to pour from like
honey. Only honey doesn’t always flow out of rocks. So here we are. Love hunters
convinced that love is the one nectar someone somewhere is supposed to hand to
us so that the sun shines every day and the moon knows our name.
But love is the strand of beads: easy to break easy to lose,
easy to recreate. No bead settles in the same place on the strand it was
placed. No moment is the same in love. Love is the hot and cold, high and low,
rock and water state and essence of man kind. It splits you up and builds you
up and owes you nothing and everything. So treat me like a strand of beads. Treat
me like it. Take me apart one by one, lose me here and lose =me there. Find me
when you need me forget me for a while. Count me and bunch me up make me feel. This
is love.
Gosh what is love? Giving up what you want most. Never uttering
what could get you heard most. So much nonsense and so much substance all at
once. No one no one created love. No wonder no one defines love. It’s a scream
in your soul, the dance of your spirit. Flying without wings. Drowning under
rocks. Definitely a strand of beads: together yet apart. This is love
A strand of beads I will be a strand of beads every colour in your hands, cracking and
collecting and jingling and maybe torn....falling...apart . Yes love can do that. And
love tells you that falling apart does not stop you from being a strand of
beads. who you are. You can be a million pieces, a thousand apologies, twenty sides of a thing and love will make you twenty million sides, the same love, that shows you who you are and tells you what you are. A strand of beads, one for peace, one for forgiveness, one for space, one for respect, one
for understanding, one for another, one for hope and the rest for knowing that
love cannot be held. This is love
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