you're passionate where love is concerned and it seems concerned almost all the time to be known in unsupervised state a spirit of wild exhaustive vitality so out of sorts with society yet a part of it arriving sideways into rooms unconcerned by seating arrangements never leaving rooms either as presence lingers finding fault with customs but tenderness in people you snub the script having learned every line by heart you’re inexhaustible inexhaustible in kindness inexhaustible in passion also inexhaustible in requirements requirements only natural you’d ask what is affection without expectation what is devotion without a shape it hopes to take and what is love if it asks nothing of the beloved concerned with friends and strangers with forgotten animals with the weathered corners of people's lives concerned with whether they've eaten whether they got home safely whether they're saying what they mean whether they know they're cherished the world appears to you less as an obligation than as a series of living claims each one asking for attention each one receiving you spend yourself freely concerningly never seeming diminished though perhaps miracle might replace concern and still, out of sorts with society you remain a part of it arguing with its assumptions mocking its vanities refusing its cruelties you cut around mould to save what's left to be saved yet returning each morning to the unfinished work of loving what is there to be known in unsupervised state a spirit of wild exhaustive vitality restless, demanding, affectionate impossible to place inexhaustible in kindness inexhaustible in passion also inexhaustible in requirements because your love hasn't been hit by caution to want little forever passionate where love is concerned and, in truth, it's concerned all the time
I love this! These lines: "you cut around mould to save what's left to be saved yet returning each morning to the unfinished work of loving what is there!" That really hit me!
I'm not a fugitive.
I'd rather be subscribed than followed. 😄
I'm not a fugitive.
I'd rather be subscribed than followed.
I love this! These lines: "you cut around mould to save what's left to be saved yet returning each morning to the unfinished work of loving what is there!" That really hit me!
You really do wear your heart on both sleeves, even in a vest you’d be able to