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When something is so damn pretty ,
way too pretty for you to fathom ,
for you to reach to the core of it ,
for you to understand it like you’ve nothing left to discover about it ,
how do you feel about it ?
Does it not make you feel helpless that you can’t fathom enough of it ?
Or does it make you feel whole ?
Make you feel whole because the thought that there is yet so much left to know ,
yet so much left to discover ,
yet so much left to fathom of the thing that you so deeply adore ,
I think this thought makes me feel whole and not like I’ve missed something .
Because there is a strange inexplicable beauty
in wondering ,
wondering about what you feel to be beautiful .
There is a beauty ,
in the feeling ,
of thinking ,
that there is so much more left to discover ,
even when you know you’ve come
this far .
Unfathomable beauty .
Beautifully unfathomable .
Unfathomably beautiful .
Life ,
is maybe something like that .
You kind of feel safe and secure knowing that you still don’t
know enough .
Maybe it’s nice wondering ,
what lies ahead .
Indescribable ,
unpredictable ,
strange ,
enigmatic .
Life is something this way ,
and I think there’s much beauty in it .
Love is something that way .
He is something this way .
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ESTÁS LEYENDO
into her phenakistoscope
Poesía«« when her life was at a halt , an illusion of motion was created and in her dreamlike state , her reality and her imagination met and gave her a blurred vision , her phantasmagoria took birth where her soul saw dreams of a...
