FALLING

FLYING

My soul is full

I'm lost

I'm found

somewhere inside is the answer

is there no question

no direction

no vision

Blindness but ambition

fumbling

feeling lost in comfort

It's dark and voided

no thoughts at all to sort

I'm lost then loved

AN END, A BEGINNING, AN END A BEGINNING, A NEVER ENDING CIRICLE OF NEVER ENDING BEGINNINGS, AND ONLY ENDS WITH A NEW BEGINNING.

but now...

I search no longer

FIRE AND ICE

working together to create a medium

Liquid like the blood

the tears

the fluid energy inside

It's deep

it's strong

it has to survive

ALIVE I AM

and I strive

for the love

the lust

The fire being the hand

the ice being the skin

a simple reaction

a touch

a caress

I melt

If a tongue be a torch

the only thing i felt

I melt

A breath be a wing that carries me back

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