the hurting

I guess to be hurt is travelling to the source of your heart
maybe it reveals the most important art
maybe the most beautiful hearts are craving for more attention
but you buried yours and put thousands of rocks to hide that perfection

nature is simple
birth, life and death
but it truly feels like having just one breath.

the hurting is admiring yet destroying you
destroying your false sense of life
and if you ever wonder why
look at what you do

nature is real
loving, caring but breaking
and again you notice yourself shaking

If you ever get hurt by anyone in your precious short time
know that maybe it is fine
maybe it is the beginning and the eternal pure existence of yours
that will bloom and last forever without force.