A heart that feels love without words is truely blessed. For words are too weak to capture the truth, meaning and perfection that rises within love. The love i speak of has no explanation, it knows no division and changes not. I suppose this kind of love is alien to us, for mankind prefers to create his own kind of love. It is imperfect, incomplete and it changes. He uses words to express his love, but he knows not love. He follows the ideas of those who have died to convince himself his love is true, in the end he dies too. Hes ideas are passed on... // this is my third day on pimd, // im still fresh and i smell good.(1hour shower 2x perday) // shout out to @me @myself and @i