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I can come back again

with baggage of love.

It may look heavy,

but it isn’t.

It is light as cotton,

stacked on a false heart.

So you might guess

love could be fake too.

No.

Love will be real.

But there will be layers upon layers.

The deeper you go with peeling,

the more the layers increase.

And then there will be a moment

you find nothing.

Empty.

Void.

But it won’t pull you away.

You will be pulled

by its subtle force.

Emotions grow strong there,

like aged wine.

Then the whole galaxy

starts looking small.

You begin believing

the sun

just left one of his parts.

It feels more than universal art.

Dreamers fly with you,

and deep down,

another dream.

You zoom your entire life out

out of curiosity.

And then you realize

oh,

life is this simple.

Just don’t get caught

in the entanglement of thinking.

People move around like atoms.

They bounce into another orbit

and disappear.

Your body is aging,

but your memory is still stuck there.

Oh memory, so strong,

it won’t let you go.

You are not in space.

You might be automated.