This is not about love, but I stumbled on a old video of me (here is the link) and things do move slow even love.
So I had an awakening this day, human beings are limited and we look to God to fill the void. Now I am a worshipper because beauty has been known to move me even when the mood has called me in pushed me and made me fall all over again. I am a victim of God’s paradise, so I worship. I thank my brothers and sisters for walking with me in the paradise and for the language given to create community.
Roots run deep and now I have no idea what this essay is truly about, but I hope it and made you move slow.