5 january 2023 The heart is weak We fall in love And so it goes When it shows Who is the first one to know? • My idea about real love is different from others. Usually I have no difficulty in talking and thinking about love As in making or talking in love, I mostly am free about everything that surrounds love. My heart has never been broken before. And the first time I fell hard in love I was just 7 years old. His name is Kwint and you could see him all the sudden on a political program. Crazy, how people from the past seem to never forget about Me. And think along with me about Politics from a long distance. True love. Never dies. And even with a billion tries. A true love is see through. We can not lie to each other. And we can not hide our feelings, or secrets. When I see a man just daydreaming in a bus I can already fall in love. It means to me that the person can have moments of loneliness. I love to sit in the bus too. And just daydream about the current state of this world. Ever since Covid CoronaVirus and Pandemic people seem insecure. All the sudden there was a big nuclear disaster and people seem to forget about how normal daily life was or is. They seek guidance like a new messiah. Because we keep these things for ourselves instead of going embarrassed to a doctor. With Me, as only royalty survives what I find unfair, I post these things where I try to help society on platforms like Facebook (Meta), Twitter or Instagram. And it cheers me up to see a woman in a wheelchair buying the things I recommend in a tweet or facebook message. Or the busdriver showing me proud to have bought a thermos bottle too and kept his beverages cool and fresh. Or warm. Love is about caring. We all agree. So i care in a silent activist way a little bit for everyone. Sad enough they, the elite journalists, do not post about the daily bombings or nuclear things. Rarely. That makes almost everyone innocent. Only because they do not inform the crowd! How little do they know! Society needs to be aware of how to dress themselves again. Like in year 0. Basic human rights like having clothes on for the sake of law. And humanity. Yes indeed it is again about those things. In the end I see that people only remember their contracts. And their work is saving their entire life. It is unfair for the person in the wheelchair. And unfair for housewives. Or as I stand up for the male figure, for men. Men I love. And with them being in this timeage more weak than women is revolutionary. And with love, everything always seems revolutionary. So keep loving. And there is always The Internet or The Doctor who can help you. Dear reader. Much love,
Another lonely planet amateur writer, Nadiya (Amina Aweis Mohamed Mohado Sheikh Nur)