to love is to understand that the world is not your own; that you are simply a star-struck nomad, destined to wander aimlessly over this patterned map of greens and blues with eyes eternally straining to catch a shimmer of magic beyond the next turn. your feet might grow weary or calloused; your vision might blur at times as you wrestle with the unreality of what you think you might see; your mind will surely start to play tricks on you, the way it only can when you’ve fallen utterly and completely enthralled with the potential of an endless sky and seen beauty coalesce into feathers and glass. you learn the intricacies of this dizzy dance between humanity and time and struggle to transcend everything you touch and see so as not to lose yourself entirely in the wonder of someone’s very otherness.

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