My mind is fond of the question of the origin of the universe because it questions the unknowns of knowns and nothings
Simultaneously seeking metaphors of space that might describe my love for you and you
The most prominent metaphor being the universally accepted theory of the infatuation I had for you expanding into the intimacy we know it as today
And if something must come from nothing then surely that something, that intimacy, was always there
Hence, my conclusion that the origin of my love for you comes from the comfort of familiarity
You are constellations in the night sky
And telescopes are glasses to the lost and nearly blind. Through them, I have a better grasp of a love easily recognizable
Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC
My mind is fond of the question of the origin of the universe because it questions the unknowns of knowns and nothings
Simultaneously seeking metaphors of space that might describe my love for you and you
The most prominent metaphor being the universally accepted theory of the infatuation I had for you expanding into the intimacy we know it as today
And if something must come from nothing then surely that something, that intimacy, was always there
Hence, my conclusion that the origin of my love for you comes from the comfort of familiarity
You are constellations in the night sky
And telescopes are glasses to the lost and nearly blind. Through them, I have a better grasp of a love easily recognizable
