Have you ever allowed yourself to taste the nectar of a long-forgotten need? Did you ever unchain an entombed want and allow it to flow with no reserve until its river saturated the very numb that encased it? And then, when standing under the hopes of an arid sun, find that the walls of the tomb refuse to reopen? And the chains refuse to relock and the nectar rejects your command to return to confinement? And then, after the chaos, you discover that the very reason for your leniency has filtered into the misinterpreted oblivion? And, then, you find yourself absorbing the nectar and shaking the chains and kicking the tomb in nothing less than a feeble effort.
And, there you stand alone, listless and disconcerted, looking into the plague of a vast nothingness while trying to untangle the chaos. And then, once you achieve the way to barricade all that has escaped, you realize you don’t want to, however, left with no choice, your heart slowly recoils with its fading breath that it wished for not.
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