Prena Poetry

When we wonder about the hollowness and curiosity we hold. We realize that we are such a complex being that needs more than just food and water to survive. We need love and longings. And perhaps somewhere, in a far away place with a little cottage and vintage curtains, a part of us lives there and looks up at the sky, wanting to fleet away from this plant and touch the moon. Perhaps the children in us still dreams to wear capes and be heroes, and completely forget the entire concept of maturity and death.

This is our greatest gift and our greatest curse. But it is alright, if this is all we are. Because for now we have all the rights to be here and to be loved.