Tell me a love story,
and tell it to me like you still believe
in something called “A Memory.”
Wealth is the disease,
Privilege, the symptom.
A fire cannot burn,
a river whose earth meets the wind
which begot the flame.
DO NOT call me a “stranger” if you haven’t tried talking to me either.
Try to see people as artists; love the expressions innate in them.
To love a person
is like loving a song,
All you want to do is sing along.