You write some words
Love, life, and the pursuit of happiness.
What comes and goes, what stays and forms.
I value my conscience, my intuition, my knowledge, but what also may come to surprise is that I value my heart and it’s internal desire to pump considerate amounts of love to keep me alive. To keep me going.
Embracing this desire like it’s your very last will.
I hope anyone could ever feel this passionate, this calming natural nature.
Reality and accumulation of collective sanction, solitude at it’s best when it is the worst and love like it is your last.
And your eyes join in like a heart forms hands and beats form words to symbolize meaning that forever is just that.
Sound, blasting, emotion, fulfilling.
“Results matter cause they are the measurement of everything that we do.”