The unbearable feeling of something intangible


You can’t see it, but you can feel it.

You can’t touch it, but you can sense it.

You can’t taste it, but you know it’s presence.

You can’t smell it, but you can breathe.

You can’t blame her because it is the unbearable feeling of something intangible.

You can imagine her because it is the unbearable babeness of tween lightning.

You can love her because it is destine to be eudaimonia…the unbearable happiness of flaming tweens.

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