I am not a set of known variables and understood constraints
You cannot create algorithms to live with me
I keep telling myself
To be with someone is to allow the space for them to surprise you How then, can I let myself be loved?
I am not a set of known variables and understood constraints
You cannot create algorithms to live with me
I keep telling myself
To be with someone is to allow the space for them to surprise you How then, can I let myself be loved?
Prompt:
From https://www.napowrimo.net/day-seven-11/
This poem is incomplete! More will come when I have the space to edit :)