I want to drink wine & get even more drunk on the idea of love. I want to bask in your fucking wonder. You are so pure, my darling. How are you so goddamn pure? This world has pushed you down and laughed in your face, yet you still continue on your path. I wonder how you do it.
I've wept at the mere construct of sorrow, let alone all of the pain and heartache thrown my way.
And yet, you are here: sitting in this field, petting the daisies and staring into the horizon when the entire world seems to loathe your existence.
You are the embodiment of peace and happiness.
How, I wonder, do you do it?
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random thoughts & scrawls
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