When you finally have nothing, you understand that you actually have everything. 

You have to lose it in order to find it. 

I really love our time—the present,
where the word love feels unreal.
I love that there is no suffering,
though with it, everything was lost.

To see a human and love them as they are—
that is my vulnerability and my charm.
You don’t need to win my heart,
because I no longer have one.

My heart belongs to no one—
broken and fallen, real and honest.
I welcome those who seek my help,
just as I receive it from a dream world.

No one needs to prove anything to me—
that something exists or doesn’t.
The world is, and I am content.
The meaning lies in simply being.

That’s when the eye opens—sees everything.
That’s when the secret reveals itself—
only to destroy you.