We let the love we feel, consume us.
Yes, because it feels that good.
Because no matter what anybody elsa would give us, we would want to go right back to it. So, you see, opportunism abandons us right there. You could find the bestest of the best and you'd still return to the just okay. I believe that right there, is beautiful.
Where we let imperfection in for perfection to last.
No other moment, in that moment of living is perfect.
No other one more worthy of going to the moon and back for.
A pause to a running symphony. A full stop to an incoherent sentence.
(Anatomy of a Thinker)
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