Love is like raindrops you see.
Specks of what keeps me going through a wasteland,
like skimming two parts together (me) till they click (the world)
and you are the click. You are where it fits together.
Sense of unfamiliar home, kindred, understood,
Little by little, tiny pieces join and uncrush, float together
Order and sense come with love.
Logic, belonging.














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