Torn between The too much and The too little But isn't that love? Isn't it always Too much For one heart to hold And aren't we always Too little Without it?
Too Much
"I have nothing to offer but my own confusion." ~ Jack Kerouac
"I have nothing to offer but my own confusion." ~ Jack Kerouac
Torn between The too much and The too little But isn't that love? Isn't it always Too much For one heart to hold And aren't we always Too little Without it?
The line between two much and too little…. such a delicate tightrope of a line that this poem balances, reads between, and unravels. All so beautifully. It always amazes me how the vulnerability of being in love can make us feel both too much and too little simultaneously. And to be terrified to be either of those things.
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Amazes me as well. I guess the hope is that this is a shared experience and 2 too muches combine to make 2 too littles the perfect amount to allow both to flourish under.
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