Is it a gift or a curse?
To feel so deeply?
To be moved by the gravity of all that is, all that has been – and all that will be?
Is it a gift or curse?
To seek solace in the paradoxes of life?
Like beauty in pain, and the meaning of happiness through strife?
Is it a gift or curse?
Who can know?
And yet I wonder, if time lingered in space a bit longer, what would show.
VoraXious 