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Sunday, December 6, 2009


fearless
do you remember what fearless felt like?
the cold rush of adrenaline through your veins,
the beats of your heart pulsating rhythmically with anticipation,
as you smile towards the faces of fear,
lifting up your hands,
before finally letting yourself fall?

do you remember what reckless felt like?
letting the enigmas of life unfold without a single worry,
allowing falling to take over, consume
and drench you in a pool of euphoric ardor, desires, and love

do you remember what love felt like?
when it was just us against the world,
falling and catching,
until the sun soaked days ended,
and we stepped into pandora's jar of darkness.

and now we remain alone,
two entities with identical stories of the past,
fighting the enigmas of life alone,
sinking in our own pool of desires,
drenched in our own inexorable fears,
as its ripples form faces, smiling back at our smiles
smugly, and sinking us deeper, and deeper
until we can no longer breathe.

now tell me,
do you remember what fearless felt like?

i love you most ardently, 3:32 PM.

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