"Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star...”
― E.E. Cummings
“Whenever you think or you believe or you know, you're a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you're nobody-but-yourself.”
― E.E. Cummings
Why do we give love to another just to turn around and beat it out of them...Or ourselves? Why is everyone so afraid to feel..anything?
I'm glad that I'm too much, and that I'm not enough. More than anything I'm glad that I have the strength to feel it. To allow everything that comes with it. The good and the tough...the hard. Because the good is worth it. It's great....it's everything...if I let it be. If I don't try to control it, bend it, if I just allow it to be, everything it was intended.
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