ICARUS

It is happening again, and it always feels the same. This is my personal struggle. A cross I must bear until my mortality ends. The same discourse that makes the world go round. The same one legends and myths speak of. The very one both man and woman alike, murder the other for. The reason Heracles journeyed to the underworld; LOVE. It never ends. Yet, its recycling power holds all the seas on earth put together. It always seems fated, in the ways that I feel. A familiar bond that transcends the third dimension, but soon, I find myself descending from the skies at a turbulent mile per hour. Icarus! Burning and crashing like the beats of my heart. The sinking feeling of another inevitable moment. Borne from the ashes of my fall, another bites the dust, another one begins, already waiting to be recycled. It is new love, but with a different beginning. I promise to revel in it…

— Tolú