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My mind is profound. It is great. It is too great for my mortal flesh.
I feel my soul bursting from my arms, from my chest, from my heart and from my veins.
I feel small. Like my mind is a fleck of dust controlling a galaxy.
Nothing makes sense, so everything is profound.
My thoughts are bigger than my body.
But my heart rattles around the cage I locked it in.
They love me,
but love is so shallow.
You know me,
in my flaws and my perfection.
My fears are real. My passion is real. My interests are vast. My stories are captivating.
Love could tell you the colour of my bedroom walls,
but knowing tells you the colours of my soul.
I think a lot, and I think our souls are tied.
I think we were binary stars, circling each other for eternity, giving out the same light.
I think we're swans mating for life, dying without the other.
I think we’re a butterfly and a flower, different life forms but essential for each other.
I think we’re a magpie and a pigeon, an unlikely pair.
I think we’re Ultraviolet and Finch.
I think we’re two rocks watching a sunset.
I know we’re soulmates.
And, I know you.