Wishing Well

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Fixated on the sun, or lost in reflections of the mirror. Narcissism a modern plague locking the mind to false love, illusions, a trap of grand thoughts.

Do you live for yourself, your love, or is it someone you thought you knew? Only to find that you're seeking approval of a stranger, who does that make you?

Leaving you to fall into a pattern loathing, laundered emotions.

I was struck by an arrow, a strong feeling of cupids devotion. Don't ask me for I can't explain.

I have tried many routes, always respecting love. I find it forlorn to step on your partner to garner a bit more. Framing your love to propel yourself? A twisted game of self devotion.

My game is 1 of time, one day will we allow ourselves a deep conversation? Would this spawn our path? Would it lead to a ring? A practice of give and take? Hallmarks of love.

Many are caught in becoming better at the cost of others. Even more are caught in reflections of indulgent self love. Introspection led to annihilating duplicity. In this action I realized my love isn't just a for me, a drop, it has always been for others, the 1 for me. She is the ocean.

My life was branded by those who raised me. They did chain me, a guise of betterment seeded in control.

I let the discontent rule me, I took it out upon the world. Even now I struggle. In my youth I authored far too many ignorant displays. Witnessed many times weaponized victimhood the abusers way. I never allowed myself to go that far astray.

I cannot answer: why I still hold my pain so close?

A arrow struck my heart, while not cured my fortitude grows great. I will let go of this pain.

I confess in shame far to many times I allowed friends, and strangers to become enemies.

I find only 1 dream worth keeping, dancing with you. I don't care if it is before thousands, or in a meadow, deer meeting our gaze.

I know our time is precious 1 never gets it back. For me there is no greater gift, in giving 1 another. I call this genuine, true love.

It moves beyond yourself, heals you in ways you thought you never would. Yet not through the love itself, the things you push yourself toward.

For me even more growth, I find myself in greater patterns of positivity. Perhaps I will never get a chance to have that conversation. I cannot deny my old ghosts still haunt me.

I find I am in a practice of leaving them, mending I trade them for truth, and if I am lucky true love.

Forever, Ever, and Evermore,
Aaron Baker

PS. I can only promise you a drink made, my worst jokes, a shoulder to cry on. I will show up, my priorities will not wane. I will make mistakes. I will be wrong. I am far from perfect. I seek only to explore a world growing together, my wish is that our oak blossoms.

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May a Swift Baker love be our legacy.