Don’t look away 

I don’t believe in love at first sight. That may be a misconstrued thought but I’ve learned that love is a flower and communication is the water that helps it grow. It stems from a mutual interest, curiosity and some narcotic sense of belonging in someone else. Even “belonging” is a dead giveaway in its subtle definition. “Be-Longing” and so I belong to the thoughts that either cloud or illuminate the path I am constantly deviating from. And although life has made me whimsically cynical, I do believe love can sometimes birth from something sort of comical such as circumstantial chance. I say that in the most sincere way. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Now I can deviate from the trail and dive into the rabbit hole of endless possibilities and hypothesize like so many others on the basis of common thought. Cosmic dust, a higher state of consciousness arousing from the universe manifesting itself in human form, but I’m afraid I’ll lose myself there some more. Yet I chuckle on my own amusement and wonder about what sets everyone apart and what keeps us all here, you know? What stirs it up? All of it… ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀I look up and see different kinds of hue holding poor blue hostage and hear a sound cradled through the wind. “If eyes could speak, what would yours say?” And without giving it little mind I squeeze her hand and find the last traces of it all… “same thing they told me the first time, same thing they tell me all the time, don’t look away” 


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