There's a possibility

Want to get back to this. Back to writing, back to me. I'd say its easier to spend your day laughing until it hurts or cuddling alone with blanks and sheets, but somehow time spent away from thought is time wasted (though i'd never admit that). creativity is not the art of pretending to be beautiful. intuition isn't built from constant inquiry of minds lacking influence. its tough. its a lonely road. choosing to walk it because i've always wanted more. happiness is in the melodies and the hearts that understand the way your soul glows when your heart is colder. don't warm me up. don't change my heart. enhance me.

a shared magnetism.