Power of Love

Power of Love

Where I sat, as I own, one by one photo in this album I see clearly. That was me when 1 year, and that after 2 years until the sheet is the latest I after 30 years. Much has changed in me. I began to imagine what I can still remember during the time that has past. Many great memories, many are in tears ..... but more that I do not like. I feel another .... something I used to be proud of, now the thing I hate, even to myself sometimes I say "why was I doing all that."

From where I sit, as I own, one by one drop of rain fell wet grass, there is also splashed onto my face. In front there are many people walking in one direction, there is even a half a run, seems also no casket. For a moment I was stunned ... casket because it was the last vehicle of man. I do not want to know who in the casket was .... I imagine that in the coffin when it was me. My heart was pounding, I was afraid if one day I also have to lay rigid inanimate.

From where I sit alone pervading regret and fear, the convoy came back again, it has an empty casket. Increasingly heavy rain and I still own .... I mused for a moment ...... here I am alone, while there ....... contents had also been his own coffin. I had the same casket and contents of self-same, whether he felt remorse and fear as I'm experiencing now? if he felt it, why did he not return?, or does he no longer feel and think about nothing. Contents casket had been dead, he can not go back again even though there is regret for all the mistakes he did before dying.

Contents casket had been dead, now own and can come back again ......... but I? I'm not dead yet .... and still sitting here with remorse and fear. Suddenly my heart and mind says "immediately returned before returning it so it is not possible." But I'm back where?, Whether I'm back and suffering is so no longer?.

Increasingly heavy rain began and the day-dark, street lights were shining. In circumstances alone and helpless, I set my heart and mind to return to the real situation through the time left with the power of love.

First love