I think it’s scarier to be dormant. To have a sleeping soul and not notice. There is so much alive that I am surprising my self
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the unraveling of love
I do not always wish to be permeated in a solar eternity but ample in all of my phases and left to be seen by the naked eye or the dedication of those using telescopes.
a city that bloomed me open
To romanticize in unison and be in love — now — with life while partaking in it with others. This is the intimacy I live to be exist in.