Anxiety.
If I were to die, and then fall into luxury.
It’s this.
I’ll never fall for a woman who perceives love as a drug or some sort.
That is the wrong perception.
Love is magic.
A beautiful feeling.
I paint my standard.
I’ll never find it in a bar or club.
I may find it in a bottle of vodka.
But I’ll never find it in the messiest of places.
I’ll find it when imagination meets imagination.
When starry eyes, meets lion heart.
I will find it when a galaxy opens itself into another unknown galaxy.
I will find it when emotions are vulnerable enough.
I will meet it when it is unexpected.
Unexpected in the very sense:
I’ll never know, but it will never be in the places that my generation seeks chains of freedom, no, never there. Not with this sort of mind, it is unlikely.
I will find it when the universe grants me it.
