For You

how i love you is odd. like an African long for the rain but fear a two day pour… and secretly he adores the sweet scent of wet soil after. like the Kuiper Belt – on the outside, but with Pluto it grazes the galaxy… it needs a closer look to comprehend. how i love you is strange – as alien as what we call faith: believing something that is hard to, let alone can be seen, but nothing proves otherwise so we stand proud. also is strange, hearing Satie’s Gymnopedie in our heads, while chasing monsters with butterfly nets in slow motion – an esoteric thing, enjoyed by those who anxiously wait to travel in the speed of light, they have stars to reach like you; something to fawn upon. nothing lasts, it comes and goes. but in a way everything does last, like how i love you; a law of Anicca: Impermanence. a bridge between Dukkha and Anatta. nothing lasts because they rise and cease to rise and cease again. like an Ouroboros. an unstoppable circle. nothing lasts. but nothing dies. essentially, that is how i love you.