The Love Chronicles Part 2:
I am afraid of the passing winds. They whisper of times changed throughout the seasons. My mind creaks of a burden; overwhelming in weight. I am chained by my acts of preservation, my lack of understanding that without destruction there can be no creation. Without tearing down the old, there will be no space for the new. Without learning of the old, learning of its pros and cons, you will be stuck. Without understanding the nature of the old, the nature of the old, the nature of the new will breed repetition and therefore it will be bland and meaningless. From these teachings I am to move on and create a future for myself and yet I can't.
My dear, the foundations that I've been built upon are shaken by the thought of you. None of my previous trials and teachings have made me well suited so when faced with this flood, I cower. I simply wish to be Icarus; bold and a bearer of spirit. With these wax wings of min, I wish to venture the plains that to me were once unattainable. The realm of True Love, so beautiful and enticing, so attainable, and yet seemingly so far and impossible to reach. I'm excited and wish to see the world and yet I'm afraid. Your words of time make me worry my future. Will you be mine or will journey come to a pitiful end: deprived of its desired light. Mi Sol, my wings can no longer hold. I'm plummeting. Is my fate not to be with you?
I find myself as Daedalus. tormented by my past, fear continues to grow. With it in the back of my mind I continue to move. Drug down continuously. i worry that with you comes change. I am afraid that with these wings I will attempt to reach this future that will only result in my mind falling in a blaze of flames. What I fear is love and the motion that comes with it. So with wind as my company, I create my own labyrinth. The endless maze that varies from happiness and hope to mental agony and trepidation.
~Little Bird~
