The wind makes the sea churn with its helpless whisper, for with love on the horizon, no ship shall safely sail on. Charybdis awaits the arrival of those enthralled by the murmur of an eternity of bright lights and laughter, those simple pleasures who are merely torturous rapids disguised. Swift justice comes for those who seek refuge in the comfort of another soul, for by then all hope of an individual existence is lost into the foam.
Lulling Behind 
“Torturous rapids” indeed, especially when we abandon the “I” for love’s false promise of an enraptured joining. Love is staying true to who we are…especially the parts we like to deny. Then, we get to decide… who we choose… to become. Love is not a feeling, it is a decision. So, first we must decide to love and accept ourselves…before finding anyone willing to do the same.
There is no comfort in another soul unless we embrace our own.
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