On the flipside,Like the side of the spatula that’s clean. On the side of what we call deduction reasoning,how could you quantity what you believe?
Mutually exclusivity, Singularity.
I’m tired of these 20 minute love affairs, I make love continuously . Preserving, protecting, smiling at the thought of you.
Thoughtful touches, Kind affections, Lovely gestures.My weakness is being played against me in his circle of trust.On the flip side, there’s no rush.It’s about looking in the mirror to look into yourself.
This love transformed me, my realized self,I’m now exposed.No cover can hide this kind of vulnerability.
I’m lost in the woods looking at the trail to find my way back home.But I find myself following the moon,and I ended up here. So either side is one of the same.
But on the flip side, the shit just dont make sense.