13 januari 2011

Tickling leaves

I said to him "you can't plan love boy, no matter how bad you want to.. It’s bigger than destiny and it can’t be controlled or tamed. It comes, knocking at your surprised heart, at the most untimely times to sweep your feet off the ground. It shakes your world and leaves you lying on the ground, clothes off, staring at the endless sky, wondering what the fuck just happened. It plants a three with tickling leaves in your stomach. A three that either grows to be something strong inside you or lets its branches tear you up inside. All you can do is go with the flow and let it get to you if it feels right. You can try to block it but your heart needs it like our lungs need oxygen. No, I am telling you; you can’t plan love, but you can open up for it. Because boy, if it’s meant to be, it will be.”

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