I was on a midnight stroll when I came across the doomed cracks in my castle. They were long, tracing the length of each magnificent wall, running around the deep carvings, distorting the beauty to their taste.
Their taste- bitter taste;
And I, for the longest time, seemed to have given into it- given into the trap that was set to lock me out of my own paradise, to put me behind barbed wires that had me feeling devoid of love; despite how beautifully abundant it seemed on the other side, no part of me had the courage to reach out for it.
It was in this place where the importance of love dawned over me. Whoever had pushed me downhill had only helped me realize how everything I ever did, was motivated by a desperate need for love.
For me, love was the center of it all, and I could just never identify it.
Truly, ego is blinding; and whoever accused love for the blindness was living an illusion woven by the charms of a thick ego.
If at all, love is awakening; it awakens your magic. It helps you touch all those hearts who had ever harmed you.
It is the most beautiful spell that Gods ever came up with.
And so, I spent the last night falling in love with love again, for I don’t know another way to get rid of the shackles of my empty heart.