7. much too muchness
Because I have too muchness. I contain too much. They can’t imagine how much beauty one person can contain. And I’m not talking about physical beauty, because I have some of that and it’s enough. I’m talking about the multitudes of beauty that can live within a person. You see, physical beauty has its limits but internal beauty knows none. The capacity of beauty - not goodness nor happiness nor kindness nor charm - but all of those and their opposites, can go on forever and ever and ever. It is a winding path, continuously turnt over from light to dark creating an endless pattern that, with enough energy, can spin around for centuries to come. And all you really need is to make it to 9.
And if I’m true about that, that usually means I’m true about the next thing. Which is, the reason my beauty scares you is because you don’t think you can match it. And there my darling is where our problem lies. The reason you were so different to me was because I could see you with the same level of depth-filled beauties as me. Even if some are yet to be discovered, I know they’re there. I can feel them. I can feel you. I could feel your layers from our first encounter. Because it was so intimate without your typical intimacy. We spoke about so much. And with ease. The hours flew by like they were a minute long montage. You felt like home. Upon the first hello. It was a feeling I had never truly felt before. It’s why I spent my whole life on the move.