There is no way to describe beauty. No way to describe love. It can't be done logically, its not an intellectual excercise. The lines on her face. The smile, the farts and all. We live in an upside down world where something real most of the time cant be seen. There is no way to describe love. You can say all you want and try to put it logically but its a feeling. Always has been always will be. There is nothing to hold on to, nothing solid. We fear because we're diving into the unknown. Inside out, upside down.
Inside out upside down.
Maybe what's real is the opposite of what you think.