sweet freedom, nothing held back, no disguises
enlightenment seekers, treaders on a path of light, cultivators of silliness, artists
she felt finally understood, accepted, respected, admired and loved
he felt the same – but platonically, he gently told her
she slammed her window, yanked down the blinds and balled herself up in the darkest corner of her house
he called her back to play in the sun with him
she wanted to go - she misses him
how can she protect her heart from the brightest light she’s ever seen?
a light that shined through all her ego’s layers and took up residence inside her very essence
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