people say you only live once,
but people are always wrong about that, as they are about everything…
at the darkest moments before dawn,
a women returns to her bed,
what kind of life is she leading?
is it the same life the woman was living half an hour ago, a day ago, a year ago?
waiting outside the door, there’s this man.
who is he?
do they lead a separate life, or a single life shared?
a storm approaches, but are they aware of the gathering turbulence?
can they feel the crackle of electricity in the wind?
or are they only aware of the power they generated within themselves?
the first hint of the thunderstorm is not the cloud, but a knock on the door…
when you love someone,
you open yourself to suffering…
that’s the sad truth…
maybe they’ll break your heart,
maybe you’ll break theirs, and never be able to look at yourself the same way…
those are the risks…
you see 2 people and you think they belong together…
but nothing happens…
the thought of losing so much control over personal happiness is unbearable…
that’s the burden…
like wings, they have weight…
we feel that weight on our backs…
but they are the burden that lifts us,
burden that that allows us to fly…
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