To: ……
From: my darkest hour;
a letter for you,
everyone has broken pieces,
we are just a bunch of broken people,
waiting for someone,
something to pull our broken pieces—
love is unexpected, endless, and will never leave,
love is everything and everywhere,
in a dark and gloomy night, in a subway station, under the jubilee line, even at the end of time,
i believe from thy birth of the universe, love is there.
i try to run from love,
i tried to end love,
but it always finds me,
even in my darkest hour,
my breathe will one day cease,
but one thing i know, is that love never let go,
pondering myself waiting for something,
but i was blind, because love is there.
is it worth it, i asked myself,
out of pure spite? anger?
beyond comprehension of good and evil,
perhaps, with faith,
what’s home?
in it is a revelation itself,
nevertheless, never the less—
God always more, with pleasure.
the sun is shining down and you are loved
- Darren