Friday, 23 August 2013

what is love

Love is like seeing colors your eyes have yet to search out.
Seeing the world painted through the eyes of Associate in Nursing creator who's breath you can not wait to vogue.
Love is finding shelter in Associate in Nursing intertwining of fingers.
Love is hearing a song among the steady thump in someone's chest.
Love is sitting in silence but paying attention of every thought.
 Love is eyes closed, but tasting the sweetness from their tongue.
 Love is heart open yet feeling safer than you ever have.
 Love is fast and love is slow.
Patient kind and you discover yourself falling so fast yet moving too slow.
 Love one thing|are some things|are many things} i am dying to experience one thing my walls won't alter to creep into the cracks. needing to be close to another being but my spines poke anyone World Health Organization gets too near. My eyes see in black and white which i'm needing to see color. My painting has become a cliche, over studied over done, over seen. My shelter resides in a {very} very palace of lonely. which i want so desperately to fall fast and trust you to catch coniferous tree State.

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