Love. How much more does one have to be subjected to stories of love? When will love ever have guarantees? A promise that it will never fade no matter what. Just something for hopeless romantics to hold onto through the tests life constantly keeps throwing our way. So that everyone will, for the first time since the inception of time, be proud to be a victim of love. To smile whenever they are called fools for love.
Sometimes things take off on a high note. And at that level, you can't help but feel like a champion gladiator, fearless in the Great Arena. There is nothing you feel you can not conquer. Anybody who comes by with words of wisdom is a nothing but a creature green with envy. Yes, life is that good.
The world is at your feet. You are self-conceited with power of unimaginable nature and nothing could ever knock you off your high horse. Closer to the sun you soar and the fact that your wings are waxen, is just a distant memory. The warmth in your heart becomes an unbearable amount of heat. Of course, you're familiar with the phrase "If You Can't Take The Heat, Get Out Of The Kitchen". But then it's too late and you waned already. Diminished into a rubble of dirt only worthy of pity.
Pieces of you are scattered unevenly across the globe and every step in the journey of piling them together is a pain so excruciating that it wouldn't shock you if the process were to take a complete lifetime. And you continue to wane, still. You go to sleep at night with a heavy heart. Praying incessantly that in the morning, it will all be over. Only to have your entire night filled with nightmares of your agony. And when you wake, you take a deep breath, thank the Lord that it was all a dream....
And that's when it hits you again. Like a thousand bolts of lightning...you realise, it's not a dream. And it begins again. Day after day. Night after night. Until death, seems the only beauty on earth. The only sweet escape...
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