Love is such a funny concept. I grasp the surface. I read the tales. It’s so clear and so blurry. Yet so simple. The reminiscence of the beholder. The joy of breaking barriers of time and space. The history you no longer hold closely. A full-body breath experience. The thought of peace as you behold the existence of those you catalyze dear. An industrial revamp. The podcast liner that sticks because you’re hopeful if there are pens you wish to write with, someone would fill in the blanks of synonyms. It’s the exact same word, just phrased differently.
On love.
I enjoyed reading this🌸
Such a good piece✨