What if there were no regrets?
What if there were no mirrors,
no fashion magazines
What if there were only M O M E N T S strung together
hands pressing on flesh
and the love of self and L I F E
What if our job, our P U R P O S E
was simply to
drink in the beauty
to fall in love with the world, with ourselves?
What if we are only here to learn how to L O V E ?
What would THAT look like?