The drink of Eternal Life... When one's lips touches the borders of the Cup of Eternity, one is graced with immortality... I have no elixir, I have no cup, I have nothing to achieve immortality. Yet, my mind is raced towards the end of times, towards infinity and nothingness.
I am a free spirit - I fly above the existing worlds of confinement and decrepit judgements. I rise above the clouds of nonsense termed as "reason" by some and termed as "normality" by others. My path is that of Love, where there is no measure of madness, no measure of anything. Where love chooses it's own way. Sara knows nothing of nothing but everything she feels is termed with Love for Him.
In the brightness of the worlds and the crossings of thunder and lightning, Loving Him relates to tasting the Elixir itself. How can you be so empowered by love if love be nothing more than a surreal fleeting feeling?!
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