IMMEASURABLE

Some measure love in inchesSome in moneySome in blind obedienceAnd some in material possessions. Me? I measure it in connectionsSoul.Heart.Crying once in a whileAnd not being ashamed to admit it. Opening yourselfTo the least pretty parts of love.The need.The loneliness when distance divides you.The doubt. Even in the most solid of foundationsThere are cracks. IContinue reading “IMMEASURABLE”

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