a curious mind on divine travels
I wonder if they see me look at you.
do my eyes betray the feels I have for you?
Tensions: (n) unreconciled emotions.
Her scents evokes the smell of fresh flowers after rain
Her hair wails free with a gentle calmness
that mimics the undulating ripples of Nwn
When I think of Jazz, I think of the formation of the multiverse. The coming together out of chaos, of particles, dusts, elements, rhythms, instruments to form an orderly poetic…
It is not love if it is controlling, if it is manipulation and I see this all around me. Your love makes me miserable. Your love makes me unworthy. That is not love. That is ownership; control disguised as love, concealed as care.