citrus

life is still like poetry for me.

sometimes i read the same line a few times over before the cadence rolls well.
sometimes analogies, the connections, are deeper than i understand initially
and sometimes they are shallow,
without enough room to even tread in.

everything really does have its own sense of truth,
and everything is beautiful...
even those moments that seem mangled.

put a nice turn of phrase around it and sing along.


brilliant


~o~