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a song that doesn't end. gingerly constructed from our simple & chaotic lives. it is, in short, the opening tune. wooing the audience. the climax's refreshment, an afterglow of pleasure - pain. luring the vulnerability, residing in the darkness of our veins, into the spot light. it is the resolution i sought out. that i don't have took look for. unless you're drifting. back turned, eyes shut. i'll join. we've mapped our escape with diligence, a magical mystery ride, specialized. so when the weight of the universe, of family, of friends, bruises .. i can hold your hand. they may hurt. they might scar. but you're unbreakable. your spirit harbors resilience. your mind stores athena's wisdom. i once watched as you entered the inferno. dancing with the devil. silencing his demons. returning unscathed. fearless. you were in control. presently, you're the same. my war hero. i challenge my previous claims by declaring that you're at your prime. currently. never have you been this powerful. this monumental. this irresistible. i cheer to see you win. you don't lose. throwing in the towel is noting your humanity. tell me why i've never seen you do it. my deity. cherry blossom. princess. des, a month with you proves that the illusion of time can be debunked. it can't possibly frame our goods. our bads. the sides of love. the shades of honeymooners' roses, in bloom. i don't understand space. i don't get time. my view on things is just that they happen. attached to reason. not necessarily ‘sense.’ they don't have to. i'm right where i'm supposed to be. that's what matters.