Neither have I wings to fly

There's so much greatness out there. In here. Sometimes it really takes my breath away. One day I might not recover. Is it possible to die from it?

I never understood that film before. How he filmed the plastic bag swirling around in the air and was completely captivated by its beauty. Now I do. That simple beauty is threatening to kill me and I have no defence to put up. Maybe it's the best death of all. When beauty makes you cry your soul out you know it's real. The question is, am I?

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