Walled Garden

What if love is just a feeling? An idea of what could be? Is that a longing to be something great? Then what is greatness in the eternal longing? She is beauty in the petals of flaws.

In the imperfection of a slight smile, a wonder that can no longer hold. Follow the ups that drown the turns. I love when facings take another form.

When the nothings find translations into sound. It is here hidden in these walls that we keep a treasure lost. Open that garden so that secrets can find relief.

Every morning and every night I pass this campus where my dreams formed.

I do not stop because there is not the time.

Added to the list of things to do.

This morning I turned off and found the sun twinkling between trees of stone.

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