Out of control is the meaning of love.
Of course, out of a primitive animal nature, we unconsciously consider a lot, and mark the meaning of most things in the form of coordinate axes. Most people are like this.
safe. It's only now that I really value the meaning of security. I'm the kind of person who gets used to handing myself over in love, and despite my weak sense of security, I'm still fully engaged in a relationship in an almost bet-making fashion every time. Unreserved is the only way to guarantee authenticity.
Yes, I would occasionally be approached again by a crystal fragility, jumping quickly to recall the memories of the past.
I often have to remind myself that I want to tattoo a jellyfish on the skin somewhere on my body out of gratitude for your entry into my life, or more like evidence. Should I be thankful that there seem to be fewer extreme, intense moments now, that is, the clusters of possessiveness, the symbolism of eternity, and so on, and so on, like the climax of psychedelicism, which has concentrated on attacking a body, but is increasingly perfunctory and despised by the modern man in evolution.
I'd rather not be so involved with it myself. In the end we will also be behind the next new human beings, and we will have to accept that they declare war on us in a less friendly tone, or do not declare war at all, and at some point when it is their turn to play, we can only naturally accept their indifference and ridicule.
Who is the world destroyed? Self-righteous adults? A self-congratulatory poet? Men and women who seduce each other and please each other? Middle-aged and elderly people who complain about themselves? Everyone has contributed to this, and no one can escape this great honor.