Is it enough to love?
Or is love never enough?
Sometimes it is. More often, it isn’t.
Maybe time is all we need.
Is it enough to breathe?
Or is living more than merely existing?
Sometimes it is. Sometimes it isn’t.
Maybe every heartbeat carries both joy and pain.
Is it enough to remember?
Or do memories ask to be lived again?
Sometimes they call us. Sometimes they haunt us.
Maybe yesterday never truly leaves us.
Is it enough to dream?
Or does hope always ask us to begin again?
Sometimes it flashes. Sometimes it flickers.
Maybe tomorrow is simply another chance to try.