Bask

“Happiness comes more from loving than being loved; and often when our affection seems wounded it is only our vanity bleeding. To love, and to be hurt often, and to love again -- this is the brave and happy life.” - J. E. Buckrose

As the past fades into the sunset

Hold your fear tightly, wrapped warm

Like there's hope left within you

Faltered, not faulty

You survived to try again

Look upon the night's horizon

Witness the glimmering in the distance

Surely, a mirage of hope

Faint enough to guide you home

Then, ever so slowly, layer by layer -

Amidst teardrops - 

The onion's skin is peeled

Doubt's shackles have fallen

Hold hands, like a neonate would walk if it could

Kiss awkwardly as penguins waddle around waves

Surrender your mind to the flow

Your body will instinctively follow

The soul will immolate itself

Pause to feel the truth pounding inside, inch by inch

Pangs of joy as you continue to be consumed by the triumphant entrance;

The perpetual dance

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