One day, you will understand why the river stops flowing across the borders of the sea. One day, it will come to your eyes, that the flowers no longer sway towards the sun. One day, you will notice that the stars come low and dim their lights. One day, you will perceive in your mind, that not a single word happens to occupy your heart anymore. One day, all that have been given will be returned to its maker. One day, you will remember that this is just the day, the day that love depletes its potion. One day, you will agnize within yourself, the love that you have taken for granted. One day, nothing will become absolute nor present. One day, the warmth that still holds you turned to cold. One day, all of these will make sense. One day, the heart will close its hands and never to set eyes on you again.
— Chuck Akot, Un giorno