Thoughts
Imagine a seed. A shared smile, a conversation. Hope. You water that seed, care for it. Watch it grow and flower into something. Partly a science project, partly art, but entirely a labour of love, and a thing of beauty.
Incredible, breathtaking beauty, it shimmers between you like a curtain. Like gold sparkles. Like the streaking lights a-blur in the background as you look into her eyes, spinning while you dance.
But the wind is not right. The fates are against you. Carpe diem, they say, but you cannot without compromising your integrity. Conflict.
But it is so hard to let go, knowing that without the force of will that has been there this far, that exhilerating tension, that charm, that lovely flower, will change. Oh, there will always remain something, but the sharp power of its thorns gripping your heart… oh… to search for that, down the road, and find it gone, is to know despair.
Even knowing, experiencing, other beauty in this world, it is hard to let go of that which has been a goal for so long, and so close to your hopes and dreams… but one more step, but one stolen kiss, and you would be flying…
… flying, but in illusion. Such a folly would crumble the foundations of one’s world, the principles by which one lives. To take that step is to invite the wide maw of hell to open beneath your feet and step in gladly, falling through an eternity of doubt and regret. For a moment of bliss.
And so one steps away from the forbidden fruit. And yet, why does regret hang tangibly in the air, a palatable bitterness in the mouth…?
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