A new semester begins for me with my Advanced General Capstone class that was created as a 'playful' discussion group, later turned into a full class in which I am enrolled right now. Our second class we were faced with the discussion of life where we turned in our homework assignment. One discussion led to another and before I knew it a boy that sits behind me was discussing the portions of love that we have and to which we wish to obtain through knowledge, or proving love to one another. After reading the 4 Loves by C.S. Lewis I felt interested in the discussion when the boy ended his piece. My professor went into discussion with the theoretical question of "Why is it that we often have the need to have love proven to us? Within the human psych, is it possible to just sit with the thought of love or must we always have it proven to us?
There was a long pause in the classroom when I finally raised my hand because the question was quite intriguing. Is it really in human nature to always have to have love proven to them? I felt there was so much more to that.
I believe the realms of love should reach much deeper than that of simply being 'shown' or 'proven' love. Especially when there are so many different forms of love to be given, according to C.S. Lewis' the 4 Loves. One could even go farther than that to say there are even more than 4 different kinds of love; A husband to a wife, a wife to a husband, a parent to a child, a child to a parent, siblings, friendships, and so much more. I feel as if it is not in human nature, nor is it encrypted in the human mind to have that 'need' for proof when it comes in love.
To me, love is far too huge to be able to have it 'proven' to you from another person without a shade of a doubt. It is just impossible to truly understand how loved you are, so the idea of having it proven to us would explain why so many couples are just not content with their relationships because they are craving this proof that they are never truly going to have fulfilled. Instead, why can't we focus on the one thing that we could never doubt; our own minds, emotions, and feelings. I could never truly understand the feelings of love my parents have for me, my siblings have for me, that my fiance has for me, or my friends either. At least, not without some shade of doubt as to their true intentions. Instead, I try to focus on how I feel for them. Love should be within your heart so overwhelming that when you realize just how much you truly feel for a person nothing else in the world should matter because you love in such a way that resembles Christ; the most Christ-like thing we could accomplish in this world. I don't believe there is anything closer to God than to feel a love for someone so strong that it overwhelms and fills your heart to capacity. In my opinion if it hurts like hell, then it is love. Hear me out.
Before the world became what it is now; astray from all that it was created to be love was created as an understanding. The understanding to which love was focused on the give instead of the receive because we wished to do God's works; love one another. At that point, we were fulfilling our purpose to love so what more could we need? Why need the proof of love for us when we were doing what we were created to do? It was about how much YOU loved someone rather than today when its all about the "what's in it for me?"
To me, love is something you can't deny, but something you can't ever accept fully from another person because it is far too complex to even understand within our own bodies, how are we supposed to understand it coming from another person? Think about the things God did for us with sending His Son to die for us. We couldn't ever possibly even come CLOSE to comprehending or feeling that love that He had bestowed upon us when He gave His life on that cross. We all know we are loved, this is obvious, but can you honestly say that we truly can understand and feel that love? Absolutely not. It is far too huge. However, there is one thing that we CAN understand, and that is how WE feel.
Love is something we need to attend to within our own hearts, because what could be more important than finding those people within your life that you love, and would give your life for much like Christ did? I think of the time when my Fiance left for Mexico and I wasn't aware that calling me was out of the question, so I did what any irrational woman would do; I worried, and I jumped to major conclusions. I thought he was dead.
The statement I said to my professor was of this:
"I believe it is an immature, and insignificant idea that the proof of love needs to come from someone else to us when the proof of love should be internalized. I think that love was designed to be given, not demanded nor taken with caution; it should be taken without caution and without question because that isn't the point of love. The point of love is to feel it well up inside of you so big that it completely overfills your heart and overwhelms your senses to the point that you are completely and utterly satisfied with yourself in that you know EXACTLY how far the depths of your love reach within you to make you do the things you do. The proof for yourself comes with the absence of those around you, when you get that longing, that deep desire for their company, the flooding thoughts of worry about them when they aren't around, and more. Every bit of love will be felt within your heart, and it has the power to make you do things that you never thought you would, such as the cliche statement "Take a bullet for a friend". It is in those moments of complete surprise to yourself when you realize just how far you would go for someone, and when you reach that point, THAT is all the proof of love you should ever need because it will be so overwhelming that the things someone else will do FOR you will seem so small and insignificant because you are already satisfied with the realization of YOUR love that you are willing to GIVE to this person, whatever they may be in your life, or whatever relationship title they have. I don't think human minds were designed to DESIRE proof, but rather with corruption and time, we have it all wrong. Love shouldn't be proven to us by anyone other than ourselves."
You can see this in the love we get from our parents. They never have, and they never will ask us to prove to them how much we love them. They need no more proof than the fact that they love US so much that they literally would give up their lives if it meant a moment of our happiness. What more could they ask for than to know they love their children that much. God never asks us to prove how much he loves us because that isn't fair because we will fail. However, if we just focus on how much WE love HIM, then we will be overflowing with His joy and his strength and we can do those hard requests he places upon us because we simply know that we love Him so much that we would go to the brinks of death to prove it to ourselves.
Love is powerful, but as much as we would like it to, it will never make sense to anyone else just exactly how we feel. When I was 16 I heard a quote from a movie that changed by views of love from the generic view to the views I have now.
"I am no one special, just a common man with common thoughts. I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me, and my name will soon be forgotten. But in one respect, I've succeeded as gloriously as anyone who ever lived. I've loved another with all my heart and soul, and for me, that has always been enough."-The Notebook
I love this quote because of the truth within it. Nowhere do you see him mention "She always showed me how much she loved me..." but rather he focuses on just what HE did for her, because to him, it was always enough for him knowing he loved to the very brink of his existence. THAT is LOVE.....REAL love.
How much more satisfaction could you possibly get in life other than to know that you we so Christ like in that you loved someone so deeply that there were little to no boundaries as to what you would endure for them. I find no other satisfaction in doing acts of love such as grabbing that someone a special lunch and surprising them when they least expect it not because of what I can get in return from them, but rather that I love them so much that I honestly could think up such things, and would be so willing as to go out of my way for them to do those things. I'm content with that thought; That I love them, so what more 'proof' do I need?
I wonder how many marriages would still be in tact if the two people realized that if they just looked at how much THEY love THE OTHER person instead of demanding that proof of how the other feels for them, that they might just fall in love all over again.
Love is a gift, if you can feel love, that is truly a gift....which is why it needs to be given rather than hoarded for yourself because all you can gain from that is an insatiable appetite for more that will never be met. Love isn't the rare item in this world, its the people that are more willing to give than receive that are rare.
So focus on the love you want to GIVE, not the love you want to receive from someone else.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Fair ye be sure, but cruel and unkind...
Fair ye be sure, but cruel and unkind
Fair ye be sure, but cruel and unkind,
As is a tiger, that with greediness
Hunts after blood; when he by chance doth find
A feeble beast, doth felly him oppress
Fair be ye sure, but proud and pitiless
As is a storm, that all things doth prostrate;
Finding a tree alone all comfortless
Beats on it strongly, it to ruinate.
Fair be ye sure, but hard and obstinate,
As is a rock amidst the raging floods:
Gainst which, a ship, of succor desolate,
Doth suffer wrech both of herself and goods.
That ship, that tree, and that same beast, am I.
Whom ye do wrech, do ruin, and destroy
--Edmund Spenser
What a dark poem. This man is all of these things; the ship who ruins herself and the goods, the tiger hunting the blood, and the tree alone and without comfort.....why? Because of hate. Hate is so contagious because it can mask itself with every bit of necessary beings possible. It can fit any mold of anything a person feels they need. That is why it is so contagious and so dangerous.
Everyone hates. At one point or another everyone hate somethings, someone, anything at some point in their life. It is inevitable.
Think you dont hate? Do you hate....cancer, death, sickness, childhood pornography, rape, murder, war, terrrorism, gay, lesbian, religious, atheist, annoying, slutty, shameless, mean, dirty, immature, too mature, drugs, alcohol........I can guarantee you shook your head to one of these things. We always find something in this world to hate. Are all of those things above bad to hate? No, not necessarily. I mean, I hate childhood pornography, and i hate drugs. I wouldn't say its bad to hate those things, not at all. However, what IS bad, is that this hatred i have for these things begin to clothe themselves in the everyday things I love. I love my family, but my uncle who is so far gone into the world of cocaine I dont think we shall ever get him back.....and sometimes it makes me hate him. But, do i REALLY hate him.....?
No. Yet, when in the middle of our hatred that we can justify, it takes on a mask and begins to cloud our judgement as it latches onto the things we hold dear, such as family, friends, siblings, aunts, uncles, etc. And we then begin to see them both so closely together that we hate one thing so we must hate both.
"I hate drugs, and he does drugs, so I hate him, he had a choice."
But did he? Do you really know him well enough to say he had a choice? Do you know this for sure?
"I hate gay people, its against my religion. A boy in my church is gay, and I hate him for his sins, he had a choice."
Did he? Can we really say that we are 100% sure that they have a choice?
"I hate sluts, and that girl over there is pregnant, I hate her and her sluttiness, she had a choice"
Did she? How do you know for sure she wasnt taken advantage of by a family member and this is the terrible end result, to which she must remain silent to if she wishes to live and keep her baby alive? Do you know this is the case for sure that she was simply being 'slutty'???
What if it were you? WHat if you were raped and found yourself to be pregnant with a child that you never wished to exist? Would you enjoy the comments made by those in your church of your unspoken belly growing. Could you handle the whispers of how you are supposedly addicted to coke because you're bored, and not becuase when you came out of your mothers womb you were already addicted because of her wrongdoings, not yours? Could you handle being tortured, screamed at, and abandoned because you simply could not follow the sexual norms despite how hard you try to make a better 'choice' for yourself.
Would you believe that any of these people would CHOOSE this fate?
If so, then you are being masked with hatred clinging to those in your life you are to love; everyone. If Jesus walked besides you when you wittnessed these people, would you still say these things? Would you still make these accusations and offenses?
I highly doubt it.
I constantly find myself in a state of confusion between what aspect i need to hate, and what is appropriate. I go by the rule 'hate the sin, not the sinner' despite how absolutely wretched and hard this is to do.
WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?!
It means you must walk alongside all of these people while you swallow the pill of hatred and feel it burn inside you until it fizzles out and your vision is cleared. Completely and totally uncomfortable, but absolutely necessary if you want to live, and by live i mean bask in God's love.
I recently wittnessed a brilliant woman open up about her sexuality. This woman could make any man i have met to this day look like a dim stone on the ground of intellect. Yet, she was hated, and she knew it to her very being. You see, to most, her being is an oxymoron; Gay and Christian. Those two things are NOT supposed to be put together in the same sentance without a NOT in between them, separating them completely. How sad. How sad that such a brilliant woman whose cup is absolutely overflowing with God's love is corked by the hatred of her "Brothers and sisters in Christ". Yet, where there is OBVIOUSLY the love of Christ pouring out of this woman, they only see the hate that they have allowed to be attached to her being. How sad.....but even more sad to those who will not take the time to get to know her and have the impact I had. How sad for them indeed.
How sad for me, everytime i mistakenly hate a person for their druguse after a long history of drugs in my family. How sad for me that i jepordize the chance to meet someone that God himself intended for me to help. Yet, I just let my calling pass me by time and time again. Dont we all......
How sad that we set aside God's plan for us when it means we have to get a little dirty, and let the 'filth' of those we HATE so much get all over us. Yet, it is only in that filth that we can truly understand them, and thus miss out on the happiness of doing God's works.
We are the tiger, hunting those around us when we smell their blood and taste our hate. We track them down, and we put them in their place......separating ourselves from everything and everyone around us while we become a dead, lifeless and lonely tree in the middle of a dead field because we strangled the life out of all that we were surrounded with. We begin to hate more, and before we know it, that hate attaches to ourselves and we become the ship, taking ourselves under both ruining the ship and all the goods. We are nothing all because we let the hate we justify attach itself to the things in this life that we are supposed to hold dear; everyone.
How would you feel if God himself showed you the day you stomped all over the Gay kid at school, denying him access to love when that child was supposed to grow up and lead you to happiness. Would there be some remorse there since all the sudden you realized he was going to make you happy, and that it was in Gods plan for him to be in your life, despite what YOU had in mind. Perhaps then we would realize the shame we have upon us each and every time we do this.
I make small steps. Whenever I hear that hate in the back of my mind climb over the person i see in my head i try to think "What if this person was here because of God's doings?" And that hate runs away to hide, and i see the person for who they truly are.
I used to be hated because I didn't love God. What a terrible person I was indeed, the Anti-Christ I was, according to my fellow classmates. I never said I didn't love God, i Said i didnt understand HOW to love God......yet, their hate for all those who didn't walk besides them climbed over me, and denial set in. Thus, I was literally denied the love of Christ himself. I was a feminist who loved Gay people because they were people too, so there was no room for me in God's kingdom, so I was informed.
Then comes a man who looked past it; his hate didn't climb all over me and the smile I met remains there now. "I dont know Christ" i said, and he replied "It doesn't mean he doesnt know you" he responded, and thus I was granted access to this God everyone spoke of, who owns my heart today.
You know what would have happened if he had let his hate get in the way of seeing me? There would be no wedding to come on June 24th, 2011 because the hate would have kept us apart.
Maybe the impact of hate wont be as great in your life as it was for mine, but maybe the impact of YOUR hate could impact someone ELSES life to this extreme......so think outisde of yourself, because if you don't, you will become the ship that destroys itself and all the goods, and that hate that you once had allowed those you hated to prosper over you as you self destruct.
Love, and love all......Christ is in your heart, and if he TRULY is in control, you will love everyone and everything, even if it takes every ounce of your energy.
<3
Fair ye be sure, but cruel and unkind,
As is a tiger, that with greediness
Hunts after blood; when he by chance doth find
A feeble beast, doth felly him oppress
Fair be ye sure, but proud and pitiless
As is a storm, that all things doth prostrate;
Finding a tree alone all comfortless
Beats on it strongly, it to ruinate.
Fair be ye sure, but hard and obstinate,
As is a rock amidst the raging floods:
Gainst which, a ship, of succor desolate,
Doth suffer wrech both of herself and goods.
That ship, that tree, and that same beast, am I.
Whom ye do wrech, do ruin, and destroy
--Edmund Spenser
What a dark poem. This man is all of these things; the ship who ruins herself and the goods, the tiger hunting the blood, and the tree alone and without comfort.....why? Because of hate. Hate is so contagious because it can mask itself with every bit of necessary beings possible. It can fit any mold of anything a person feels they need. That is why it is so contagious and so dangerous.
Everyone hates. At one point or another everyone hate somethings, someone, anything at some point in their life. It is inevitable.
Think you dont hate? Do you hate....cancer, death, sickness, childhood pornography, rape, murder, war, terrrorism, gay, lesbian, religious, atheist, annoying, slutty, shameless, mean, dirty, immature, too mature, drugs, alcohol........I can guarantee you shook your head to one of these things. We always find something in this world to hate. Are all of those things above bad to hate? No, not necessarily. I mean, I hate childhood pornography, and i hate drugs. I wouldn't say its bad to hate those things, not at all. However, what IS bad, is that this hatred i have for these things begin to clothe themselves in the everyday things I love. I love my family, but my uncle who is so far gone into the world of cocaine I dont think we shall ever get him back.....and sometimes it makes me hate him. But, do i REALLY hate him.....?
No. Yet, when in the middle of our hatred that we can justify, it takes on a mask and begins to cloud our judgement as it latches onto the things we hold dear, such as family, friends, siblings, aunts, uncles, etc. And we then begin to see them both so closely together that we hate one thing so we must hate both.
"I hate drugs, and he does drugs, so I hate him, he had a choice."
But did he? Do you really know him well enough to say he had a choice? Do you know this for sure?
"I hate gay people, its against my religion. A boy in my church is gay, and I hate him for his sins, he had a choice."
Did he? Can we really say that we are 100% sure that they have a choice?
"I hate sluts, and that girl over there is pregnant, I hate her and her sluttiness, she had a choice"
Did she? How do you know for sure she wasnt taken advantage of by a family member and this is the terrible end result, to which she must remain silent to if she wishes to live and keep her baby alive? Do you know this is the case for sure that she was simply being 'slutty'???
What if it were you? WHat if you were raped and found yourself to be pregnant with a child that you never wished to exist? Would you enjoy the comments made by those in your church of your unspoken belly growing. Could you handle the whispers of how you are supposedly addicted to coke because you're bored, and not becuase when you came out of your mothers womb you were already addicted because of her wrongdoings, not yours? Could you handle being tortured, screamed at, and abandoned because you simply could not follow the sexual norms despite how hard you try to make a better 'choice' for yourself.
Would you believe that any of these people would CHOOSE this fate?
If so, then you are being masked with hatred clinging to those in your life you are to love; everyone. If Jesus walked besides you when you wittnessed these people, would you still say these things? Would you still make these accusations and offenses?
I highly doubt it.
I constantly find myself in a state of confusion between what aspect i need to hate, and what is appropriate. I go by the rule 'hate the sin, not the sinner' despite how absolutely wretched and hard this is to do.
WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?!
It means you must walk alongside all of these people while you swallow the pill of hatred and feel it burn inside you until it fizzles out and your vision is cleared. Completely and totally uncomfortable, but absolutely necessary if you want to live, and by live i mean bask in God's love.
I recently wittnessed a brilliant woman open up about her sexuality. This woman could make any man i have met to this day look like a dim stone on the ground of intellect. Yet, she was hated, and she knew it to her very being. You see, to most, her being is an oxymoron; Gay and Christian. Those two things are NOT supposed to be put together in the same sentance without a NOT in between them, separating them completely. How sad. How sad that such a brilliant woman whose cup is absolutely overflowing with God's love is corked by the hatred of her "Brothers and sisters in Christ". Yet, where there is OBVIOUSLY the love of Christ pouring out of this woman, they only see the hate that they have allowed to be attached to her being. How sad.....but even more sad to those who will not take the time to get to know her and have the impact I had. How sad for them indeed.
How sad for me, everytime i mistakenly hate a person for their druguse after a long history of drugs in my family. How sad for me that i jepordize the chance to meet someone that God himself intended for me to help. Yet, I just let my calling pass me by time and time again. Dont we all......
How sad that we set aside God's plan for us when it means we have to get a little dirty, and let the 'filth' of those we HATE so much get all over us. Yet, it is only in that filth that we can truly understand them, and thus miss out on the happiness of doing God's works.
We are the tiger, hunting those around us when we smell their blood and taste our hate. We track them down, and we put them in their place......separating ourselves from everything and everyone around us while we become a dead, lifeless and lonely tree in the middle of a dead field because we strangled the life out of all that we were surrounded with. We begin to hate more, and before we know it, that hate attaches to ourselves and we become the ship, taking ourselves under both ruining the ship and all the goods. We are nothing all because we let the hate we justify attach itself to the things in this life that we are supposed to hold dear; everyone.
How would you feel if God himself showed you the day you stomped all over the Gay kid at school, denying him access to love when that child was supposed to grow up and lead you to happiness. Would there be some remorse there since all the sudden you realized he was going to make you happy, and that it was in Gods plan for him to be in your life, despite what YOU had in mind. Perhaps then we would realize the shame we have upon us each and every time we do this.
I make small steps. Whenever I hear that hate in the back of my mind climb over the person i see in my head i try to think "What if this person was here because of God's doings?" And that hate runs away to hide, and i see the person for who they truly are.
I used to be hated because I didn't love God. What a terrible person I was indeed, the Anti-Christ I was, according to my fellow classmates. I never said I didn't love God, i Said i didnt understand HOW to love God......yet, their hate for all those who didn't walk besides them climbed over me, and denial set in. Thus, I was literally denied the love of Christ himself. I was a feminist who loved Gay people because they were people too, so there was no room for me in God's kingdom, so I was informed.
Then comes a man who looked past it; his hate didn't climb all over me and the smile I met remains there now. "I dont know Christ" i said, and he replied "It doesn't mean he doesnt know you" he responded, and thus I was granted access to this God everyone spoke of, who owns my heart today.
You know what would have happened if he had let his hate get in the way of seeing me? There would be no wedding to come on June 24th, 2011 because the hate would have kept us apart.
Maybe the impact of hate wont be as great in your life as it was for mine, but maybe the impact of YOUR hate could impact someone ELSES life to this extreme......so think outisde of yourself, because if you don't, you will become the ship that destroys itself and all the goods, and that hate that you once had allowed those you hated to prosper over you as you self destruct.
Love, and love all......Christ is in your heart, and if he TRULY is in control, you will love everyone and everything, even if it takes every ounce of your energy.
<3
Monday, October 11, 2010
Poetry.
Hope
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
--Emily Dickinson
I adore this poem. I enjoy the idea that when you read a poem, you must be aware that you potentially reading a million different poems, depending on how each person interprets it. I could read this poem 20 times a day and Im sure I would have something else stick out to me each and every time. Isn't that beautiful? That's why I love poetry so much; it never gets old, because it can't! It simply can't.
Why do I love this poem....well.....Tonight I love this poem because of how I read it in this moment. She uses the word thing for hope because it is endless in meaning. If you were to give it an actual name, it would have an end of description. If you call it a "thing", it is endless for description sake. Is there really an end to describing a "thing"? We don't even know how to start.....well...I don't at least, but I think that is the point of calling it that. It sings in our hearts without actually saying words or making a sound since we never really hear the hope we have deep in our hearts. Its just....there, and we can feel it, and since we are the ones that feel it, only a storm can ruin it, one of anger, frustration, self doubt....whatever you may be feeling at that moment. We silence it. It is so fragile because it is without words and so it is easily silenced by our self doubt. The good thing about a thing with feathers, though, is it can always fly on its own, whether or not we even pay attention to it, so while we are thinking we have lost all hope, we really haven't....its still there, waiting for us to create another branch to perch on, but it never leaves us entirely. We use it when its there, curse it when we feel like its gone, have seen it in our darkest times of life and while we have never smiled so much in a day while looking into the eyes of the person we love the most in this world.....yet, it never asks anything more of us than to just let it be with us. It is us who choose to not feel it if we need it the most. We cannot end it, but we definitely create it since that is when we see it, we can always feel its warmth.......if only we didn't allow ourselves to get too cold to notice it.
See what I mean? You may think "WHAT is she talking about this poem means something totally different." That is fantastic, I enjoy the thought that someone has a different interpretation of this poem that I can read and think "Yes, I see that!" Its interesting.
People are like poetry. I love to people watch, creeper-ish as it may sound, its not. I love looking at a person and thinking "Who are they"? I look at their clothes and come up with one opinion of them. Then I watch their face as they are sitting alone and can tell their mood. I watch as a woman walks up to greet this person and his face lights up from the glum mood he was before. He loves her, that is evident. She leaves again and he is contemplative, and the way he holds his body as he sits shows me he is mentally exhausted since his back sits higher than the rest of his body as if he is holding is much-too-heavy and filled mind up with all frustration in the gut of his midsection as he thinks. As he gets up and takes one last sip of his coffee before leaving I know he has a good outlook on life as he takes a minute to remind himself to breathe. That is the psychologist in me. I love it.
Had a person been sitting next to me, they probably would have come up with a totally different explanation and description of him. This is why we need not care how we show ourselves to the world because different people may see right through to our core while others only look as far as our clothing or our eyes, which are typically gaurded to the highest degree. Yet at the same time we want to show others what we are,so we put on a front. We put on a fake smile, we put on all this extra veiling to mask what we truly are. If you want to know how you truly are as a person, take a photo when you least expect it. Look at your eyes, and the true story of your being will be there, I guarantee this.
This is the last part of a person that I look at because it gives me all the answers I need, and sometimes Im not ready for that. Your story is in your eyes, so when you walk down the street avoiding the stares of people, all this hard work you are doing to create this persona is completely worthless because you're hiding your true self.
I have been informed on multiple occassions that I make people uncomfortable when I stare into their eyes. I am not ashamed to show what is in my eyes, im sure there is a lot of anger, pain, grudge, and other negative items. But, I hope that people also see love, kindness, a readiness to hurt for people and with people, and the eyes of God if they need to see it.
Take any random photo of yourself and cover up the mouth, the nose and the cheeks and stare at the eyes. What do you see? Is it who you try to be or do you see someone different, someone much separate from what you think others view.
We are living poetry and have every opportunity to be perceived as whatever we would like, but our eyes are the text version of that poetry that remain constant and bring us back to the main portion of our being.
I can only hope I'm showing who I want to show within my eyes when I stare at people.
I wonder if people can see all the things I try to hide, which makes me wonder why I do this to people so much, but I don't care. I want to be what they need to see at that moment, much like what I need my poetry to be at the very moments I struggle.
What a ramble, but it was fun.
Love as if it had no restraints-
Hana
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