Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that’s all. You can’t see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.
So @queerly-found came across this work of art on instagram with no mention of the artist nor their tag. They were wondering if anyone knew who the artist is so that they can give them credit where credit is deserved.
If anyone has any information regarding the artist or where it was originally posted I plead with you to contact @queerly-found so that they can help put this work of art back into its original artist’s hands. Thank you.
And you run around barefoot and dirty in your old blue jeans, asking strangers if it is all just a dream, if they can see you, if they can hear you, with fingers crossed. Simply because, you cannot feel everything around you, including yourself.
Fall in love with someone who sees all the bad in you and makes a conscious decision to accept you as you are and continues to love and nourish you. When you’re both flowing with positive energy and can radiate nothing but love for each other as you watch each other grow, I think that’s when you truly fall in love with someone. Accept the love that gravitates towards you and let go of anything fake, you owe it to yourself to love yourself.
This entire chain of events, it’s gonna start happening this afternoon. But… we can change that. I studied relativistic physics my entire life. One thing emerged over and over, can’t change the past. Can’t do it. Whatever happened, happened, right? But then I finally realized… I had been spending so much time focused on the constants, I forgot about the variables. Do you know what the variables in these equations are, Jack? Us. We’re the variables. People. We think. We reason. We make choices. We have free will. We can change our destiny….