it is so long since my heart has been with yours shut by our mingling arms through a darkness where new lights begin and increase, since your mind has walked into my kiss as a stranger into the streets and colours of a town- that i have perhaps forgotten how,always(from) these hurrying crudities of blood and flesh)Love coins His most gradual gesture, and whittles life to eternity ...
Why is it so incredibly hard to be subjective when looking at ourselves? Will we ever see what other people see? Maybe we aren’t ever truly as insightful as we think until we can see ourselves for who/what we truly are…. Just a though. Goodnight.