ive spent a great deal of my life chasing love, trying to find it and fold it and catch it like sand 
but there's no promise that it can spend the night.

love has a lot of stops to make to night, at a million miles an hour. The only sure way to keep it around is to be wreckless and unconditional with your own, which is something -- fortunately enough -- that i latently do. it's something that, like a slab down a mountain, will take so many pieces of you off, wear you smoother and smaller like a single grain of sand on a wartorn beach where irony dies and laps back into the ocean. it's like an interstate, littered with dead raccoons, cheap rent and needles. it's like a hurricane honeymooning in florida to see the alligator but then being a little underwhelmed at them in person so it flattens a house

but then, sometimes love cast its fickle eyes on me
and all the stars, like stop motion would blur in a circle as if it uttered my name 'Polaris' like "I" was the special one and "I" was finally found and "I" finally had a home.

but you already know this.

you already know love is hard.
making it easier starts with you an epicenter. 

dont give up

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