I reckon there are still hearts that burn when they look at the person their heart is fond of. Their atriums inflammed with surpression of oxygenated blood because even now that they are eighteen, the world still have them convinced that what they felt is a defection because of similarities they possess. Were their love an inept concept of retrograde collision? Their love are not inept concepts of retrograde collisions. In the name of all things good, I would want to know, I want to see how many people we could have saved if we just let people accept those wild butterflies they have raging in their stomach without worrying that they are mutated beings.
This place closes up possibilities for better directions, selling names of ancient minds and I still get scared to say I stand beside them. I still get scared to fight for them but I want so badly to keep them safe even if it meant talking in only voice without a face. But here's to those with hearts that burn heavy flames, patiently coaxing it to not combust because you're afraid of the dark oceans surrounding ready to put out the wildfire. You were never wrong, I know that far.
