i tried to be the Fred Astaire of words
blurring her mind with the sound of words, images reaching into darkness
i tried to be the Fred Astaire of words
blurring her mind with the sound of words, images reaching into darkness
a life lived by singularity is no way to exist. the castle is built and the lights flash but is anyone really there without the ability of relation? love means to be consumed; to love means to radiate with inexhaustible light. to be loved is to pass away. to love is to endure.
but i love to love, love is perfect... youtu.be/v6Fbc6BJadA?si=autATTJ2cW1myzBY