Prena Poetry

so i meow at my cat once and she will follow me and rub her head against me or purr, expressing that she feels something towards me and that is love; it is amazing how an animal can also understand something called love and it is beautiful how love can act as a bridge between two completely different genomes that grows and evolves with different instincts and necessities. ( tell me how is love something bad )

i can instantly recognize the sound of my father’s footsteps, because i love him. and i can remember my mother’s scent and the nature of my brother’s hair, why, because I am bound to them by something called love. and i share a relationship with each of them. ( tell me again how is relationship innefectual )

of course, there are billion other people in the world we never know about. i have no need of them and they have no need of me. but if i love even one of them, create a relationship or a kinship with them, we would need eachother, like a family or partners, but it would be love, and only love that would bind us with the same string be it platonically or romantically.

it is the love between you and i that has made me write this. we have no right to call it ugly and blame it for the wounds we conceive. love is the only thing that makes us fully humans. perhaps, we do notice that hate has made the history but only love between each individual, for others and for oneself, is capable of making the future.

now you would tell me, love has hurt you once, twice, thrice, a trillion times. but what hurt you wasn’t love, it was the aftermath of love and sadness(insecurity) you are unwilling to shed off your shoulders.

Love is art.
Art makes us feel alive.
We don’t rush in art.

and life is beautiful, my friend.
people have died to make us understand this.

— note from my journal, February 2021.