There is a friend. He is rich, attractive, witty, a magic-man with language and the recall of memories, who is full of love, ready to burst, but keeps that kind of charged emotion in a cage without a gate.
We shared half of a day today. Watched a summer storm roll in from a hundred miles. Talked of the past, mentioned the future and spent most of our time, laughing and confirming in the only moment we have, the now...
Some fears possess more power than a man in a single lifetime can overcome. We can learn to endure, but what an expense. I suppose the truly free are the ones who have come to the end of the road and rather than turn around, jump into the abyass and in the dark free-fall, thrive...
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