For the lovers ❤️ 💕 💗
Tag: Love
Blowing through my
On memory, fantasy, and the body’s refusal to stay in time.
Macro to Microcosm
Fibonacci is like a story where the future is built from the last two memories. Growth powered by continuity.
Cell s echo
DNA hums
Neurons branch
Storms twist
Hurricanes spiral
Galaxies wheel
Black holes devour
Powered by the same formula
No Love
Call me cynical if you must. We all have our own philosophy on life and love. Everyone’s experience is uniquely subjective. And I have an earned level of discernment. Judge me if you must.
No one could ever break my heart, because I never expected love.
Darkness Preferred
Normally, all black everything is not a problem for me. However, relationally, I prefer to step outside of the dark.
Although it gets harder and harder as time goes by.
the Purgatory of a Broken Heart 