Sometimes things are either SO perfect or SO tragic.......that I feel like I'm an experiment to my environment. If that were the case, what would the hypothesis read? I've asked this question all my life in different words. Its like my all is either too much or never enough. But still even when the world attempts to chew at the pieces of my life, the things that I believe in the most leave me unconsumed. Those things for me consist of what most people in this world usually allow the expansion of it in their mind to amount to a material object or some traditional ideally thing. But for ME, to truly appreciate it....I can only configure at the core, what LOVE truly means. Not saying that the world doesn't move right.....this is no official pontification on the theory of love......but I don't move with the world. I don't know if that's a good or bad thing. But at least, and I do mean at the least.....I don't regret or doubt anything about myself or how I feel.
And that little fact is why I can keep my love lock'd down......
Concluding that I should be considered an uncontrolled substance in any experiment......because I want whats real, which is rarely offered.
OH...and I think that the world should move with me! Seriously
just a thought....good day
"At your best, you are love" ~ Aaliyah
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