I thought of the things I love. Things I liked and like. Then I find this undefine difference between these 2 polarised groups.
Many say first cut is the deepest and first love is the sweetest. That, I could emphathize. I woke up today and saw the sky like a painting of Van Gogh's and I know someone up there who loves me so much. As the earth spins on its axis, so does a person's character save this one. As the sun rises and sets, so does love, except my God's love.
Recently, I've grown an affinity to draw my table but the cleaner always come when I was gone and rub off every stroke, leaving my table as shiny as ever, as spotless as it was first made. On one crummy day, I drew a cliff and the statue of liberty with puff of smoke escaping the World Trade Centre with heading "What I did on September 11". Then I went to lab, came back and found all these feelings engraved art of mine washed off. It's somehow more than just reversing vandalism. I felt as if I laid down my sorrow and grief. Then a fairy came and took it all away, my God
bought my art and my feelings.Now, I think of what a person does for his/her lover. He shares the other's feelings, he is always there for the other regardless of circumstances, he pours out unconditional, sacrificial and unfailing love, expecting no return. Then I thought of a person who did, does, will do all these for me. I already found my first love and my forever love.
This time I drew on my table again: a teddy, a banana and a cross under the caption "THEY CARE".
