Thoughts about it, hands lacked it, hearts full of it, scene with non of it, we wonder about it, we act upon it, although its lucid that, at our paralell universe, skies hide it, air is full of it, stars gossipe about it; now i wonder, is it for us, is us for it, or is it for it?
We keep getting lost, we keep finding ourselves, we keep evolving, we keep changing, only one who could know us so well, who knows our soul rather than our personalized phases, who understands the fundamentals of that realm of life, can truly know what love is and give it to us.