To define the ever changing facets of love is to pin a crashing wave upon a rock. In the same way, to tie you down by your wildly streaming mane to a gold ring; how on earth would you survive?
Your soul’s sustenance is the freedom which comes at the cost of only the deepest and most committed type of love which rarely chooses to show its face to the world. Your racer’s tan marks all you do, your love for being out in the open permeates the very fabric of your being, stains it with an irreplaceable scent of the grass blades rustling in an open field, uninhibited by the struggles and chains of this modern world.
But then where am I?
feeling kinda left behind. by everyone.