Atlas makes me wonder sometimes about what true struggle is. A never ending hell, carrying the world and the sky apart, so two ancient lovers never again experience the joy of a child who could be their advocate. They bore thousands just to shed their blight upon this world and purge all the divergent paths. Should I release  Atlas from his ******* and tell the two ancient lovers to love again so that the paths between us never again diverge? Or are you terrified in the idea of a path that converges like I am? I know Atlas would be more that joyful to be relieved, but what catastrophe would come from Gaia and Uranus giving birth to their next harbinger of death? This fear is so dumbfounding  and beyond my reasoning. I suppose, my love, that it's because we have no idea where our paths lead. But in the end, words are like the paths we take, ever flowing from the distance we make them out to be. So let's see where these paths lead so we will one day be able to converge at last without the fears of a lonely man. Atlas, begone! We've made our decision. Good day! And goodmorning my love. Let's now have the greatest talk about nothing at all ever and make those paths larger than ever thought to be.

Woe is to this galaxy, we have finally converged our ends to this retched world. It is now time to ready your weapons; for we will show no mercy. Turn your eyes to this love that shines brightly and reflects to embrace you with its tenderness. I'm am the sun and she is like the moon, this metaphor used so regularly, it takes our roles of confidence and takes it to the extremes. We float ever so gently, gasping only for the day to see eachother again. As the night falls, I rise to search for her, in place and others. This and that one. High and low. Shallow and deep I will search. When I fall she rises, pondering about trail of woe. She finds me after a tide, and smiles at my face, brightening to give our light to this world. She floats closer and the ominous aura we liberate compels the mind and weakens the state of hatred others love in. If only our parents could understand that we do, the stars and planets and elements and aetherial aspects, we call to you to look upon us and finally realize, this love is eternal, and never again shall we search so woefully for the other, for we know the next time we meet; it will be a day that makes a man cry.

"I trip to see you walking
Towards
                Me
                      And
                               Wonder
                       Why
                    I
            Fell
                    For
                           You...
Only to realize that I'm still lying here
Smiling
               Like
                        A
                            Little
                    Boy
          That
   Just
          Loved
                      For the first time...
I finally have a reason to keep falling for something."