I left a stone in the sand where a feign once stood. Graceful days and heavy haze as I stood in so much pain. Feet locked, face pushed, shoved – I loved. I did.
But I grew, flew and went on through as I realized how you could love someone so. Beauty lies beneath the reality that we never need to be loved, but we like to be loved. We only need to give, become, love, drift and carry through an endless forever.
They’ll be here, there – somewhere, and it’s beautiful once you realize the feeling of selflessness.
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