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Careless Ambition
05.04.04 (9:37 am)   [edit]
With widened eyes staring into the blinding sun, I rise. High above myself and higher yet, over those I have so carefully placed upon their pedestals to dwell alone there, only for me.
Nature being to reach ever higher. Yearning to touch the very face of God. Awareness of self-destruction brought about by such arrogance is realized and consequences blatantly ignored in the face of such possibility.
The light is so bright it brings forth tears and the sweet song of the angels can be heard if one were only to find a way to listen. These tears have another reason for being, for this song can only be heard by the soul.
Dreams and aspirations so close to becoming reality. Almost tangible, they are so close and closer still until I become enveloped within that great orb. Saturated by warmth and feelings of triumph. Abruptly, the light is extinguished.
Robbed of vision and no longer able to hear that sweet angel's hymn, I flail within a great nothing. Screaming my frustration though I no longer have voice. My heart mourns, accompanied by the deep laughter of a being unseen. Grief for the result of folly rages within and dies. Everything fades into the blackness of impotent despair.
Until the opening of new eyes set upon a new light. And so again begins the journey.

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