They . are all habits. We learn to do. Do we learn to love or pretend to know love?
We learn to show the love. The smile, the happiness like a pill swallowed which has fulfilled its purpose.
Funny. What seemed like the fairy.. tale was stupid and cemented, for me not. And what seemed untrue- unreal -undrinkable, unedible is the piece that completes my puzzle.
Yes. The princess is never a happy one in fact. She marries a prince, the one who is meant for her. Those unions of no meaning to those who impose them are those which mean love to me.
That picture or that outing to show we are good and this is how the story is good.Who cares I ask? Most people actually do. Whether yes or no, the truth is anyhow, my world, you.
The beat, the door, has opened in my you, and I
feel apple, feel open to exude you and against
all cracks of uncertainty of hollywood dew.
flex, breathe, flex breathe
and nurture that nature
of love.
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