Poetry. The thing I fell in love with. The one thing you can't describe in words cause it hurts but at the same time I chuckle when I read it, The thing that makes you smile, the thing that makes you cry, That is simply beautiful, but at the same time heart wrenching, that is inspiring, but yet so familiar, the thing that is perfection, because you don't know when the next brainwave randomly interrupts your thoughts. the next brainwave that contains of only a few vows, but somehow make sense and compose themselves, put themself together and build themselves up till perfection. Till there is so so so much emotion flowing through your body and so many feelings all at once till you can't take it no more but at the same time you never want it to stop. Like this description I'm writing right now. This is poetry. The love of my life.
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