My cycle brings me back to the same feeling. The feeling that I've had since childhood has never stopped its domination of me. I want to escape.
I want to be that prince, the savior. But am I... really? Can I do something like that?
To defeat the Dragon, the God and the Thought, I run into circular logic: Fear, inhibition, caution, the reversed sagacity of a hermit. I run into Me.
I will sever though negligence, even though I don't want to. I delve too far inside myself, and everything else is shut out, whether I like it or not. It is the only part of my continual, ephemeral rebirth that keeps me intact. I just don't believe that I am the kind of magnanimous cadence that draws along the best intentions. I can put up that front, but I do not think I can make it real.
And so, my love will smolder and burn and rage, and confuse me. It will never cease, though... believe me. There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.