Love yourself for the fact that you're alive

< Felix Komarov



Love yourself for the fact that you're alive.
Because the body violently and passionately
And Moira is a stub head,
And the angel gently breathes in the back of the head lock.

Love yourself for the sadness of empty nights,
Over the boredom of days, it does not accept arguing.
Even for what can be a draw
And dance between joy and grief.

Love yourself as pain, fear, like darkness,
As the void in which sounds are extinguished ...
Love yourself as a mortal guilt ...
Love yourself as powerless
hands And you can not hug anyone
And my heart is torn, tearing the skin ...
To love yourself is not necessary to know,
Do not wait, do not the days of sums up,
It is not necessary to believe in God or a dream,
To fast, meditate, pray,
Do not put all that is at stake ...
Love is as simple as a drink of water,
When you stand, open face rain,
Around the water caresses his chest and neck ...
Love yourself, then what would not say,
Only dare to keep silent delight.