YOU DON'T KNOW THIS LOVE - My writing for the midweek

You don't know this love. It's not a love that makes you weak or dependent. This love frightens you, is strange to you. The feeling you call love from whom you say loves you is weakening you. Because it chains you. The worst way.

The one that drains you up, that drains everything around you. Like a eucalyptus. The one that looks like love, but isn’t. The one that destroys. That owns. That puts you apart from others. From others' feelings. From those who are part of you. Who have already forgiven extensively, who have already done everything to forget all that is behind, in the name of love. The love that is truly love.

But, at a certain point, no longer can make it. Because you don’t allow it. You made a scorched earth policy around you. Or let them do it. Everything got drained, black, almost dead.
Let the earth reborn, help to water it.
You'll see that it will bring happiness.
That this love brings happiness.

Isabel
www.isabelnolasco.com

Photos: From my balcony, East Timor.

​Taken with my Canon EOS 5D MKIII, edited with Lightroom.

​Have a great rest of the week, my friends.

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