Love is a routine

Defined like aesthetic to appeal

With pig-pony-tailed braids and knots tied

Sailing on the seas of eloquent language alphabetried omegalomania

All while truly knowing we are shallow

As the depth of one alone

Acceptance being home for the chaos of freedom

The only home without limitations

No walls. no roof. no ground

It simply does not exist

Moreso, cannot be mentioned without burning like a matchstick