so we kiss like little kids
the way you make me feel. like a child. like i can wonder and discover and the smallest things are joys. isn’t that what love is about? becoming a child once more?
because children are so wise. they know how to love unconditionally, believe wholeheartedly without proof, accept beauty and self-evident truths without ever needing to know why.
they don’t ask for something in return when they give, they just do. they are wise because they have not yet fallen into the deceptive mindset of self-entitlement.
the arrogant foolish idea that we are entitled to things from the universe, whether it be goodness or fairness or constant happiness.
“the universe was here first. it doesn’t owe you anything.”
we are not born deserving anything. we must give because it sings true, not for a return.
And I Shoot Sunshine Into My Veins 