Something Arbitrary
September 14, 2015
Love is arbitrary. It isn't based on fact. It's often times writen off and something that doesn't exist. Simply a pact between our heart and our head
One that wants to see us happy, and the other that just wants us to keep going.
Mowing over fields of thought, harvesting ideas, cultivating options, and poorly peeling away at riddles of the everyday life leaving us asking "How in God's name am I supposed to make it 80 fucking years through this bullshit."
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