Love is not easily defined, but that never stops us. Our hearts spread out like a map, we try desperately hard to find some reason behind their random proliferation of affection. It is in these depths that our hearts are found, and when we have freed ourselves from fear, perhaps we can follow our mind to where it refuses to rest. It is in these deep hollows I found them, living secure in their minds, as what two should be. Fear and fate beside them, wandering their own paths, with communication tethering their love from as far as they could wander. One may never know himself, let alone trust himself... but their light lead in every deep crevice, and so with an ego crushed under the weight of tortuous loss, they found me and lead me to shore. They helped me life many burdens and even stood shield to shield with me... and more I could never ask... For loyalty is so much easier when you can let go of fear
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PoetryI've collected a lot of works I have made for me and thrown them into a mess of empathic poetry I have done for others.
