but this heart is a tiny heart, and this world is a massive world, and the universe is ever expanding. everything, i want to hold them in my palms, hold them in earnest and longing and understand them in ways that are unselfish and soft and gentle like the first few streaks of sunlight after rain, to pick up pieces from them and fit them all in my ribcage as tiny souvenirs, as little fragments of carnival magic for my ever leaping spirit, but this heart is a tiny heart, and this world is a massive world, and the universe is ever expanding, and time is ever sprinting, and i am ever growing and dying away...
but i guess that is the joy of it; you dwell with the mysteries of the cosmos, you swim in the lakes of your curiosities, you experience and breathe it all in. oh, you bath in the poetry of being alive and flourish in the peculiarities of life. i guess that is all that matters. that is all. the world, the universe, life, they don't always need understanding, they need only be lived and kissed and smiled at. and i, i need only soothe my unrest.
