The walls you build only magnetize that which penetrates
So keep that gate unlocked
And the cameras facing both ways
The warmth of silence here
Finally outshines Cupid's lit arrows
Affection undefined yet aligned
Still unfathomed but recognised
Yes fluent in soul and thus immune to performance
Will not surrender to mere will
Or mere convenience either
Need not be bound of Destiny's plan
I've known her for a while and she tells me she's tired of your shit
Just because the glass cracked
Doesn't mean I don't believe in love
🎨/📷 by Éduoard Manet, A Bar at the Folies-Bergère, 1882