So tell me, he said about the time I was getting ready

To leave
Tell me how the world is working in your favor.
There is no favor in the world
I said there is only our dream and the courage
We dig out of our souls with fingernails
Bloodied by the struggle. He laughed at that. No, I said,
This is not everyone’s story but
It is mine.
There is the dream of love
There is the hope of love
There is the path of love
Which often does not lead us through any flower
Resembling a primrose but often
Rambles through the starkness of desert-scape looking at stars
Or sits in the solitary silence of the night, lost in its
way and wary of direction givers.
The world is not about favor but
Hope. And the willingness to believe
in spite of all the dark ears in your dreams
which only want to you to tell them lies about
your failures.
the truth is that love is stronger than death
and death is simply the moment when you realize
you were afraid for nothing and
Love is all there is