Prena Poetry

I have loved a million people. Their pieces, their late night wonder, their sensation; rain and thunder and their sun lit skies. I have loved a million people; people I brushed past, people i never met and people I lost over the time.

Their versions that exists in each of our universe, and their emptiness that resonates somewhere close to us on our sleepless nights. An ineffable piece of existence they are utterly beautiful, and yet so sad enough to hold as they begin to melt.

I have loved a million people, because i am them and they are me; I am the love my lungs inhale, scrapes of friends that hold my back, I am pieces and every little memory of someone somewhere feeling grateful for this life.

In the end, we are all shards of the same broken glass, a tattered tapestry left to wither with the dirt.

Together we make art, together we make the earth.