You ever think the universe fight for souls to be together? Maybe it deemed fit that the two of us; each a complex being with our thoughts set in cosmos – would share a chemistry – led the perfect arrangement of atoms fusing together to form a diatomic duo. Gravity keeps planets in orbit through entire galaxies. Miles apart, your love had an intensity that could pull opposite poles of the planet together. You gave me magic. But it was a potent one. Your love had a possessive intensity that cut the earth along the equator, subjecting us to the laws of nature. We can’t rewrite the stars. You looked at me like I was the moon, like I was made of wonder, like I was something not everyone knew how to love.
alien love
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I'm a child borne of the opposite worlds of pragmatism and idealism. Since a tender age, I've learnt that optimism is not personality trait, but rather a discipline. I see myself as a bridge mediating between people and ideas, across cultures and beliefs. If maturity means being a cynic, if I have to extinguish the flames within myself that is naïve and romantic - the fire that gives my eyes the spark others notice - to claim maturity, is it not better to die young but with my humanity intact? Come join me in this exploration to grow younger each day. View all posts by hybrididealistpragmatist
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