EST. 2017
To think uncritically is to believe that the world is flat. If everything is as we see and only as such, then any and all the beauty around us is finite. And so, we must be critical. We must question all that's in front of us and we mustn't feel the need to love it all. To believe in a round world is not the same as loving all the world holds. There's distaste. There's discomfort. Let it be so. But do not let these feeling overtake you or your sense of wonder. That, my dear, is when we run into issues and the point at which the world becomes flat again.
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I'm so caught up in love.
If my love was a grape. I don't even know. The point is, I'm so caught up in love In you. In me. In us. Not what we could be. But what we are. I'm living in the clouds, And I don't want to come down And I'm writing cheesy poems. I'm thinking too fast, But each moment is so slow. I blink. You're here. I blink. You're here. I'm so caught up in love, With you And I don't want to find my way out. I don't want to think slow, experience fast. I want to write rhyming poems And blink and have you here. I'm so caught up in love, But. I'm so caught up in love. |