Have you ever found yourself so full of joy that it haunted your nights?
A guilty mind races. Hopes, fantasies, hurts. Questions of meaning and will. It is a conversation to have with yourself, with your intimates, your friends, and anyone around really.
How to hurt and be hurt. An art form.
MELTED.
A force that pulls and pushes and pulls again. You are not lost in the action. You act and you are. An opportunity is lost when another is taken. We all let go of everything just to pick one.
What are you missing?
Feeling whole. Not a part that picks, but a sadness that envelopes entirely, completely. A hope that shatters utterly, so that not even a shape remains. An uncut, unabridged, unbroken, undivided attention that lingers on and on and on and falters and wavers and is unstoppably tempting.
I wish I had known more. I seek to learn more. I enjoy understanding and delving into a mind that beckons. And to you... Is it not beautiful?
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