Collections of my disorderly thoughts
gathered together with knots
of my ample desire
to make sense of my everyday life.

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            "It's fine. That's enough"
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𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑡.
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦,
𝐾𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑒. - 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙮 𝙢𝙚

𝐼𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒.
𝐼𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑒𝑛𝑠.
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒.
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡. - 𝙖 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙