Grounded
Yearning... longing and praying for love. A slew of offerings laid upon Aphrodite's alter. Decades of my belief in the vibrant, effervescent beauty that is love, tested endlessly. Loving the only way I know how. Intensely, unconditionally and with the entirety of my soul. Making me soar above the clouds. Relishing in the sweet abundance of feeling free. But like Icarus, I fly too close to the sun. Plummeting back to earth. Burned and broken. Much too skittish to fly again.
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