the universe
writes these
notes that
we steal,
and label
as love lettersas if we
could possibly
possess the
abilityto steer
destiny
outside of
our own
hemisphereall of this
of which
we are
happens
behind the
clouds
of rib and
muscleas the
star pumps
forth and
through
the milky
way of our
veinslove in
all it’s
simplicitycomplicated
only by our
inability
to understand
the cosmic
make up of
three simple
wordsand how they
can alter
this universe
(via thevagabondking-deactivated2012)