There are things you can do about some things and things you can’t about some other things. Profound, but true. There are lines that you draw and there are lines that you cross. There is no pattern or rhythm. But love is unbridled, it does not seek or ask, it wonders. I wonder the how and the why and the what.
It’s strange, the way things change or evolve, I don’t know. Isn’t evolution change? There are so many questions and I don’t have answers. Reactions and feelings and emotions. So much to think about, but an exercise in futility. Without answers and clarity everything can be trivial. Perspective and ideas can be painful clashes. This is a never to end cycle. Thought and contemplation, the death of me.
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