how it waits

We have to learn how to beat familiarity in order to obtain the deepest love; we have to surpass circumstance in order to experience all that is most profound. Oh but how I rejoice in those fleeting moments of opera, cum stains on the narrow path: vices leaving trails on our dreams. How my breathing waits for those moments of dire illusion. How it waits.

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