no beginning or end–just a seemingly perpetuating road
light’s guidance in dense fog
mystique in low visibility
“Only by taking yearning to its mortal limit can youth be wholly known.”
I stood, and waited, in silence–as the nearby youths played in their spring-time zest–I took deep breaths that drew no sounds. Later that day, I sat and enjoyed a piece of flan. It was a good day.
“Hate is not the opposite of love. Apathy is the opposite of love.”
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