V | Vestito

Written by Lina Ru

[Her head hurt. She was lying on the ground. She wore an Victorian white dress, and barely could breathe. “Help!” She cried out loud.

Some time passed by, until she heard a laugh.

“What are you doing here, Sash?” A male voice asked.

“I don’t know.” She answered with a distressed voice.

“You should go to the event. They are waiting for you.” He said to Sash.

“Who?”

“You! Your wedding!” He exclaimed. She kept quiet, so he continued,” Don’t tell me you will leave Henry without a wife?”

“Who are you?”

“Are you sick? You must go. They will kill you if you don’t. I will take you back. Your dress is made a mess.” He told her as he tried to help her lift up.

“Why are you helping me?”

“I am still in love with you.” He said as tear rolled down his cheek. “Is that the reason you are taking me back to the wedding?” She asked.

“There is only real love when freedom weights more than solitude.” he said.]

Fly with your dreams
by absorbing life
through love.

{…Have you ever dreamt of being free from pain? Pain is in you when you feel others hurt you. Who are you? Can someone really hurt you? Let free those thoughts, and go fly with love.}

Impregnate
yourself with
the lovely flowers
that fall from heaven
to make us free.

{…Freedom is understanding there is no need to fight... There is no need to fight. Could freedom be understanding we need to free ourselves from our created identity, and give ourselves to all; who we truly are? }

How can I
let you go?
How can I
find you in me?

{…Could it be we truly are those who we reject? Could it truly be we are those we hurt? Could it be we are hurting ourselves as we hurt others? Could we be them in love? }

How can I
love you
without fear?
How can we tear
sadness apart?

{…Every planted deed full of love, peace, and understanding will sprout happiness. When happiness is in you, love has flowered wherever it had been planted. }

Impregnate
with the sound of earth
that transforms
each second into
the never ending state.

Why do we forget
who we are?

Love…
Love me, love you,
love us….

{…Why do we fight with our brother or sister? Why do we fight with our parents? Why do we fight with ourselves? Peace is within us, reachable as we love. }

I want to lose fear,
and love you,
really love you
at last.

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