True Love
Love was my one desire, yet on Icarian wings I flew, and could not give nor receive for one whom I loved; loss scorched the bonds that held my wings attached, and with the fall, lasting long, I drowned in the ocean, where death was unwillingness to try again and ascend, though to the kind and gentle light, that is true love.
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Our current perspective, in this very moment, is altered by everything we've ever experienced up til now, what happened years ago and what happened moments ago, and the accompanying thoughts. We are forever changing.
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