Squares hugged leave marks of no longer being squares, standing, instead, as texture to a cause all of encompassing and inviting and warm.

Reality’s time passes for the monochrome–without connection, leaving ever behindhand the fulfillment of cried dreams.

Intersections of unknown compatibility oft seem purposefully avoided by fate’s rivose paths.

Sampling those neustons which compose the first points of attraction in love’s ocean, the self appears comprised of singular elements whereas others are comprised of myriads.

By neither capturing, nor earning, nor planning love, scilicet allowing for serendipity, that for which is most deeply hoped will arise. : )

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