Refuge, wings
What would happen if we stopped seeing shapes and patterns, visions and imagery? These are our lifeblood. What if music, art, and poetry stop existing? And what happens to friendship and love when it’s questioned too much? I’m full of love, loving; and we’re lovely, love’s devotion. | How are we here? And why? What is sustaining us and how/why are we alive? Life and love cannot be understood.
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