Explain it away like dust in the wind, a serotonin sandstorm swirling out of control.
But I know it's something more.
Ask the painters, the sculptors, the singers, and the poets who've made it their life's work to reflect the magic of the chemical reaction that science alone still cannot replicate.
And if the artists and the chemists are at a loss, then who are we to know?
If the moon can turn blue, more than once in a lifetime, and illuminate a path that led two perfect-for-each-other strangers to a spiral staircase to their endless star-filled sea-sky, then maybe, just maybe,
Love exists.
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Catalyst
PoetryArt is science. Science is art. To seek to prove this hypothesis is the greatest adventure. Breathe deep. Enjoy the ride. All it takes is one spark to ignite the passion of imagination, ambition, desire, or a dream that can change the world. You ho...
