I guess love is
knowing all the random nonsense from the past like ghosts that came before us
I would very much love to say—,
I would be very delighted to:
Merge spirits of wood and pine into the most exotic experience, which is life,
which is waking up to love—,
to light and sound
I guess guessing does just as much as dreaming does for love
I guess love is the first liberation
I guess we must speak love loud and clear
I guess we must express what love makes us feel
I guess love is just as fun as holding hands right now
I guess the looks and the feeling in the chest
may be a part of it
I guess
love is
A unique language only spoken correctly by the victims of a sacred game
Finding themselves alone at night even in a room full of people, and when the sun shines early in the morning create a shelter to take cover from harm
Watching the stars under a sublime waterfall of blissful joy
Waking up
is
Waking up to love:
The world opens to a despicable clock
that won’t stop
reminding
of how much time goes by
Your heart will say it without any sound
Don’t distance yourself from pain,
Embrace every detail good or bad
Reality sometimes gets cold
Warm up near the stove of soft touch
Enjoy the view letting go like the snowflake from the sky
Hold everything close to your soul
Every moment
If possible.
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