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An Ocean of Mediocrity
We are adrift on an ocean of mediocrity seeking the individual who can capture our mind, body, and soul. The feeling of being alone can overwhelm all but the heartless. Whether the ocean is tumultuous or peaceful we hold fast to our perceptions of what we desire. Alas lust becomes akin to our desires. It is impossible to determine the course we will take when our compasses are misguided by the deception of the deceived. Astray from the deception we with fear in our hearts accept either as the truth.
We were all born unto this ocean, set adrift, and with but a modicum of an iota of a correct course some of us tie to whomever passes by. Two wandering souls tied to one another until that line breaks. Life itself hasn't the impetus to sever the line. It is the living of life that wears it asunder. How you live is simply the edge of which the line of love rests. Sometimes we find ourselves holding up our end of the line over the edge. While on the other end of the line another carelessly tears at the merest strand.