A Little of Me

I love the human being.

Actually, a phrase so trivialized by daily life, by doctrines, religions, love, feelings. But my feeling is different (my arrogance, lol). It differs by my look at the other. For the desire that I feel that the person realizes that I love it. Love for no reason, love because it passed me and returned to my slight smile, look who looks the beggar begging and I call him "my little brother". It sounds corny, but I don't bother because they won't make me change a feeling that belongs to me. I don't even see if people have the same feeling as me, I just feel what completes me, consequences of the unconditional.

There is no religious mission, no duty fulfilled, nor seeking the blessings of the divine. Nothing in return, just giving affection. Break the rigidity of the common individual by the unknown. Like a drifting boat breaking the ice trying to justify the unjustifiable. I don't seek why, I just expose what I feel.

Religion? No, as everything becomes very undefined in my thinking given the enormity of feelings we can offer. No limits, no rules pre-established by the traits of society.

Deny the reason for what exacerbates in me, love.