Poetry #5

you never come to this self.
you were never taught about the meaning of anything.
you just come and go.
you're just a road without end.
you're just being an intermediary between the depressed and confused

a story without beginning or end.
a story without an author and an object.
a story without a cast.
a story without issue.
a story that exists only in a dream.

we are the difference without similarity.
we are a trickle of grief.
we are a starting back.
we are a north and south poles.
and we are body and soul.

all created based on our love
all were destroyed based on our love.
all exist because of love.
all ended because of love.
all will return to the love and the beginning.