This obsolete word- love;
in its pathetic love passions; - a lover’s promise
to do better– is a sorrow for a morrow. Digging in
your heart to express jealous feelings- love has just caved
in; loving one from the very pits of their own darkness.
Love is beauty, but also promises probable harshness.

In the letter ‘L’-
is longing, but also many let downs.
‘O’ – openness to broad communication; also the
opportunity to opposing standards. The rest of the letters
are blurred- as to why you won’t see me express them well.

Of cos, one should be sentimental;
still the mental response of love- gives tears;
of a heart building up a great sentinel…

The sentinels of the light had arrived. They heard my call for help deep within this expansive galaxy at the center of forgotten memories.  The golden eyed shadows stood their ground eyes shining as bright as my old sun.  There were 5 of them.   They had on armor that shined this magnificent light inward and out.  They simply ignored the golden eyed shadows and circled around the star memory corrupted by the addiction.   All of their armor then shined different colors. Blue, red, green, white, and gold then shined forth.  The golden eyed shadows mounted their attack alongside the star demon.   They grasped their shadowy bodies onto the Sentinels of light.  Light and darkness mixed and spiraled.  They then begin to shine so bright that it seem to burn away the shadows and star demon.  My celestial star owl came out of the melted darkness that was once the star demon.   The sentinels of the light then focused their light onto the star memory.  They shined away all that was forgotten and brighten up all that could be remembered within this memory.  But not without a price.  Their armor begin to crack and bleed light into space.  They then all looked toward me as they smiled and faded away.  All that remain was the beautiful star they saved. A memory for the mind we live in.  The star lit up as bright as the sentinels of light.  This mind has remembered a love for someone.  This memory begin to trigger others as more and more stars lit up in this galaxy.

Shadow after shadow.  We fought on through. They had golden eyes and wanted to consume our light.  There were only 3 Celestial star owls left. But they still fought the darkness with all the light they had left.  I tried with all of my shine to help them as much as I could. The addiction had some strange hold on me.  Its as if I am unable to forget its strange euphoric cosmic gifts to my soul.  I wanted to be a part of it.  Every time I would get these urges the Star owls would shine the urge away.  Only I was taking a lot of their light away. I had to break free! The star demon mounted its attack as one of the Star owls met it head on. Light and shadow clashed creating this incredible explosion of darkness and shine.  Light feathers were all that was left of my cosmic guardian.  They faded into the darkness. He was gone!  There now was only three of us left.  The golden eyed shadows were pushing us away from the star memory.  Slowly they were consuming our light.  Then all of a sudden they stopped attacking. The shadows stood still and looked to all the bright stars around them.  Only they were no stars. Someone had heard my call for help.  The sentinels of light were coming to our aid.