The Tipping Point of Cosmic Love

Atop each other, these books rest. For years tried being into only one interest. Then I began remembering memories I like the best. Slowly losing my personas I acted as in jest. On the edge of the cliff of indifference. Maybe even if I willingly tossed myself over the fence, I would still have an internalized panic so tense. But this is all just in my head, no offence. Higher love comes with higher prices. Such as leaving behind prejudices and vices. Sometimes though, we must give into what most entices. Sometimes I wish I remained as one of your choices. Still, our fated moments weighed the most on my mind. You're one of the few I still adore, I find. I hope through all those years I was just as kind As all of the times (for me) your soul shined.