There was a point in time, that I once saw love in the eyes of another... Shimmering in the darkness of a stormy sea... Prepared to face the next day, fighting to never see the last.
We all grow at some point, after we feel invincible, only for our mortality to be tested right before our very eyes.
"Is it alright to cry?" Such a silly question now, but it felt like lead weighing down on my insides to think that crying could ever do any good.
It may not do me any good, but in almost any instance that my tears were shared with another... it was like I had watered a thirsty seed in their heart... A remnant of wilting humanity, revived in unadulterated love.
Sure, that love may not be for me, but wherever it went, I'm sure it helped nurture someone else's.
As happy a thought as this may be though... I long not for my loneliness on a planet where "fair" is not certain.
I reach out for help, but my feelings are ignored, sometimes overwritten...
So I continue to entertain, if not for a moment, that my words can mean something to someone, even if I cannot free myself with them.
My happiness is also my prison.
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