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DanielChristensen · 46-50, M
Well profundity is a matter of opinion. This was the last sort of long thing I wrote.
Love is the life's breath of the universe. The universe is ever expanding. There are forces of attraction and repulsion. Love is the eighty thousand horned bull that poets wrestle to the ground for a proud instant before getting thrown and tangled up with their asses in the air. Love binds you in chains, bleeds and wracks you and, in your desolation, you catch a glimpse of true freedom, like a sliver of light through a crack in the wall. It falls to your eye, your palm and then it's gone, but you're changed for having seen it. We are all part of each other and everything. Love makes you aware of that interconnection.
Love is the life's breath of the universe. The universe is ever expanding. There are forces of attraction and repulsion. Love is the eighty thousand horned bull that poets wrestle to the ground for a proud instant before getting thrown and tangled up with their asses in the air. Love binds you in chains, bleeds and wracks you and, in your desolation, you catch a glimpse of true freedom, like a sliver of light through a crack in the wall. It falls to your eye, your palm and then it's gone, but you're changed for having seen it. We are all part of each other and everything. Love makes you aware of that interconnection.
wetncthru · F
"Just" one more glass of red before bed?
LyricalOne · F
wetncthru · F
@LyricalOne !!!!!!!!!!