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There was a belief in love at one time, a strong belief, but its reality, its face was never apparent. And so I put it in my pocket like so much spare change, probably washed it a couple times, hahaha, an idea washed and bleached so much by mass produced chemicals… made to smell fresh, is that all that’s left of my belief? A tattered, but clean politically correct idea of love? “Tristan, do you believe in love?” “Well let me give you the refinement of an answer that lost its meaning for me long ago… maybe I’ll sound deep and smell like a mountain breeze in the process.” Where am I? I don’t know, but I need to get out. Love where are you? I don’t know.
But I need to find you.
Good night.
There was a belief in love at one time, a strong belief, but its reality, its face was never apparent. And so I put it in my pocket like so much spare change, probably washed it a couple times, hahaha, an idea washed and bleached so much by mass produced chemicals… made to smell fresh, is that all that’s left of my belief? A tattered, but clean politically correct idea of love? “Tristan, do you believe in love?” “Well let me give you the refinement of an answer that lost its meaning for me long ago… maybe I’ll sound deep and smell like a mountain breeze in the process.” Where am I? I don’t know, but I need to get out. Love where are you? I don’t know.
But I need to find you.
Good night.