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People say that you only live once, but people are as wrong about that as they are about everything. In the darkest moments before dawn, a woman returns to her bed. What life is she leading? Is it the same life she was leading half an hour ago? A day ago? A year ago? Who is this man? Do they lead single lives, or a single life shared?

A storm approaches. It’s still over the horizon, but there’s lightening in the air. Are either of them aware of the gathering turbulence? Can they feel the crackle of electricity in the wind? Or are they only aware of the power they generate between themselves? The first hint of the storm is not a thunderclap, but a knock.

Violent death, murder, it sends out shockwaves. The closer you are to it, the greater the shock.

If you love someone, you open yourself up to suffering. That is the sad truth. Maybe they’ll break your heart, or you’ll break their heart and you’ll never be able to look at yourself the same way. Those are the risks.

You see two people, they belong together, but nothing happens. The thought of losing so much control over personal happiness is unbearable. That’s the burden. Like wings. They have weight. We feel that weight on our backs, but they are a burden that lifts us. Burdens that allow us to fly.