🌹🤎Of people,
I realize that I mainly love frailties.
The marks life has left on them.
The scratches,
the burns.
Those spots most often hidden,
in which I always seem to see the best light.
Of people,
I realize that I love what others don't love.
What they see and then do not want.
I realize that I would stay there for hours to tell them about the beauty of those scratches on the skin,
how important they make their body,
how it was mainly those who forged their soul.
Because the soul,
I'm sure,
evolves on the signs we carry on us.
Between one void and another,
between something we immediately understood and something we had to learn instead.
Between the love of some and the inhumanity of others.
Between an intact flap of skin and a scratched one:
it is there,
exactly there,
that the soul takes root...
🤎💖💗💕💓💘💞💝
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