What’s Love

What’s love?
When a person picks up the remains and starts putting a billion piece puzzle back together and your remnants begins to resemble your essence.
And paybacks aren’t needed because the understanding that they won’t regret it and they won’t hesitate to unhappily drop everything and try to make the cycle less repetitive

Published by Kevin J

I think I write to try to explain moments that I don't truly understand. That's why I have a tendency to be wordy. The closer I am to minimalism, the better off I am. I also do it to keep records of what I was thinking at certain periods of time, so some kind of footsteps are left showing me how I got here. Looking back, it seems inevitable that I am where I am now; couldn't have been anywhere else. I don't have any goals for the future, except for trying to enjoy it. I'm the opposite of most people I know; I no longer want to know what is coming up next. I just want to create the road and ride, or not create it and ride anyway.

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