Hey holy hipsters and hopeful romantics holding out
a hypnotic and holistic, yoga kind of
:L O V E:
i don’t know if it exists;
not like this anyway:
“You have killed my sincerity too. I will never know again who I am, what I am, what I love, what I want.
Your beauty has drowned me, the core of me.
You carry away with you a part of me reflected in you.
When your beauty struck me, it dissolved me. Deep down, I am not different from you.
I dreamed you, I wished for your existence.
I see in you that part of me which is you.
I feel compassion for your childlike pride, for your trembling unsureness, your dramatization of events, your enhancing of the loves given to you.
I surrender my sincerity because if I love you it means we share the same fantasies, the same madnesses.”
I’m trading in my dark chocolate-covered daydreams for a seriously sensual mantra in hopes of manifesting your Godliest, Cosmic Cowboy-ist, kind of Love.
The Black Dirt Goddess
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