memo to self:
Expect nothing: expect to be turned away, over and over again. Until you learn that you are entitled to nothing from the world, you will never know gratitude and kindness, how they break your heart in waves of seismic intensity.
Promise me that you will want to feel everything.
Promise me that the Earth will persist in its commitment to tormented revolutions.
Promise me that you will know how to love. Promise me that you will always believe that the act of living does not work within our framework of logic; we do not need reasons, we only want and crave them.
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