In Love with One

The world finds itself in me. I, however, do not seem to find myself in the world. So alluring my Gaya is and yet so simple. Many complicate what must not be complicated. She welcomes me with warmth of the sun. She warms me by her gentle kiss on my forehead. In return, I make her weep. Her tears run down my spine, and yet I find comfort. Glory in both, happiness and sadness.

A narcissist I have become. A simple definition of one who is in love with oneself. I do love myself. In fact, I am in love with myself. In love with my reflection. In love with my complexion. One must find love within oneself in order to be able to sincerely love another.

This idea opens new doors that will, however, be remained locked for most.