Double your pleasure, double your fun
Doublemint Gum
There is something to be said for having a buddy. A ride or die. There’s someone to share the explosive moments with; watch them richocette off their pupils and become larger. A pal to mope alongside you in matching misery sweatpants when life’s hitting too many speed bumpsat full force. The mundane becomes the opportune with their presence. They exist better in this world becuase of you, and you because of them.
You intertwine. You mingle. You relax into this being and be your many selves. You attempt symmetry, but relish your imbalance. Together, stronger because their otherness is mixed with your-ness; this creation of separate but equal takes on another form.
So be bigger than you. Look for a mate. Someone that offers more than love; someone that wants to take that love and build, paint, grow some thing uniquely, collectively yours.
roadside yogi 