Desperation


There’s a silent desperation in the depths of our minds; one that cannot go unnoticed. It ponders in forgotten corners and reaches out every now and again, wondering if anyone remembers. It begs us to. It asks for nothing, but gives all it can.

Such could not be anything other than beautiful.

It is a marriage of fear and passion, is it not? If not a marriage, then a fleeting affair of a whirlwind infatuation, filled with only true feelings and false promises. It is an elopement of the mind and soul, occurring without so much as an inkling of warning.

Only then, does the impossible become reality. Only then, can a fish be with a bird.

It is, in a way, the truest of human forms. It is vulnerable, it is difficult, and it is spectacular.

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