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In the blanket womb a movie was watched. At first holding their own hands, tense and still. Our minds wander as do our hands. Similar destinations. What's mine is yours. Decent down a case of stairs. Scared-shitless-goosebumbs crack wide open to free butterflies. Flapping and slapping within the stomach is color and patterns of attraction. When pattern becomes chaos and explanation happens without words - I'm giggling in a dream about relaxed happiness. This is not a musical encore, this is not a weekend retreat, we've had our throats stepped on and the past is not connected with pain. Carpe Diem; seize the day. Don't forget, but don't return. We'll lift our shoulders high and let our anxiety slide. This momment, is the only momment. Get drunk to forget. Get high to not exist. Stay sober to experience. Caffeine to escape time. Reality is subjective. Suject: reality is my own to create.
Day one: love isn't real
Day two: i love myself
Day three: i love you
Day four: i'm in love
Day five: love is disgusting
Day six: love isn't real
Day seven: i love life
Day eight: i love everyone
Day nine: love stays hidden.
Day ten: I DECIDE.
Lets never write in our journals again. Live, travel forwards, evolve. You can't return to the past, it is destructive to hope otherwise. I am not how my words describe me. Every drop of water changes the mind texture.
Day one: love isn't real
Day two: i love myself
Day three: i love you
Day four: i'm in love
Day five: love is disgusting
Day six: love isn't real
Day seven: i love life
Day eight: i love everyone
Day nine: love stays hidden.
Day ten: I DECIDE.
Lets never write in our journals again. Live, travel forwards, evolve. You can't return to the past, it is destructive to hope otherwise. I am not how my words describe me. Every drop of water changes the mind texture.