The part of you that is human seeks lust–long walks on the beach, six pack abs, white picket fence, three stories, two point three children, dog, Mercedes-Benz. You swipe right after there is nothing left. Lost in the cliche, you call it love, pair it with a diamond, the American Dream.
The part of you that is soul seeks love–familiar vibration, synchronized rhythm, a maker for your pace, a weight in the silence, one story, another lost soul you could care for like a pet, someone who drives you with their mind not their whip. You take the left turn because it just feels right. Lost in the moment, right place, right time, you're not sure what to call it but fate.
[📸: artifacts of the heart circa 1902. the fam was lit. preTinder game strong. #getoffyourphone]