I have yet to muster the courage to write something about love, the thing that matters most. There's a lot of it wanting to break free from my senses, and letting it loose, is like allowing a small patch of hole in a dam grow magnified until it gets inevitably uncontainable. So for now, I have to keep it. I would have to censure myself from touching its delicate feathers. Someday, I'll let it fall, lightly and free until it touches the waiting bossom of the earth.
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Apparently, my 100th entry coincides with the topic on love. Sad, I can't force my not-so creative juices to write about it.
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