I've known angels' innocence since I was a kid, that feel of sweet essence of love like an aroma of violets and chamomiles on a woman's stressful day, and guardians of mankind with the utmost gentleness and eternal bliss. They are not capable of being hurt nor shed a tear because who the hell knows how to cry in a world of happiness? Not allowed to love one but all. Did not experience how it is to curl up in pain for a heart break. They have this facade of a poker-faced model on a catwalk. Pure beauty like a mannequin resembling a human figure but with no sense of feeling or emotion. Because when they do, they degrade into a human with that curse of mortality just to live a life they envied. Envied? I sure hope I can say that to myself once more. I hope I can give justice to them too. I envy them even more in truth because it was never that easy to have all the emotions in the world and confuse them all together.
That's what I thought who they are, I admire them with all sincerity, but I think it's too difficult for a person like me to do such an exalted task. Because how can I not love one amongst all? That one who can love you in return and definitely like an angel but nonetheless, a man. The him who knows what eternity means without consulting Mr. Webster. That may come later, surely not now but perhaps, SOON.
~feminista~
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