I remember times of love for past loves.
Great loves, passing loves, all loves ending in pain.
Pain, my pain, their pain, friends' pain and families pain.
Too much pain for each individual to bare.
I remember a sinking feeling, the ground beneath me giving way.
My struggles only hastened the decent.
Onlookers, but no assistance.
Too many spectators, too many opinions, too many thoughts, too
much hope and too much pain.
I remember being swept off my feet.
Falling head over heels.
Soaring through the mountains.
Soaring through the skies.
My head firmly in the clouds.
With the belief anything is possible.
I remember the heat of their breath, the passion in their kiss, my
heartbeat in the morning.
The feeling of Summer all year round.
The burning feeling towards the end.
The flames closing in on our world and the search for new land.
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