If at least one person won't forget with me, it's worth the argument. |
The Me I have been creating is for Another.
Though I came to realize it long ago...
In habitude, but futilely,
The caring gestures...
The pitiful blossoming,
Unquenchably craved...
Once more, it starts.
The gathering of smiles...
For once,
If I stopped healing...
Love is that moment when you undoubtedly believe in the perfection of something you know it’s imperfect. |
Humanos são criaturas fascinantemente domesticadas. |
I like either mess or meaning, not an imposed order. |