That which was once in my hands has drifted away with the slightest breeze.
I have not failed to control gravity.
Only failed to realize some hearts are like anvils and others, like feathers.
I do not regret what I have lost because in love, nothing is ever truly lost except chances you never take to share your heart.
If I have committed any crime, let my penalty be lessons in how to release my heart to the wind.
Anvils were never meant to fly.
It's not their fault, simply their shape of creation.
There is no end to this road. Only alternate paths obscured by too many daydreams.
It's not my fault. It's the shape of my creation.
Besides, the world is too young and full of hope to let me down so easily.
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