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  Hell is... I open the gates of steel and walk straight into your lair. You reside in the penthouse, yet your existence resonates across all floors leaving me in despair. Each boxed room, no matter big or small has people trapped in their own realities. The closest distance is alarming; strangers seek connection through social formalities. From above my whole world is spiraling down but from below I'm Sisyphus pushing my boulder, stuck in eternity.   Doesn't matter whether my box is rented or bought, I remain a prisoner in good times and bad times, in sickness and health; the truth of modernity. The rising ray of warmth dissipates soon after it's built; this place equals a rest shop but is worth more than life; pure greed! Even when the box turns into a sanctuary it isn't a home, as soon as you name a price, countless lives are lost, and relations are ruined over a mere deed. Your magic wears off in a few weeks, those walls stir up my loneliness and leave me weak. Thos

  Water is vital for all living beings, it is soft, humble, nourishing, and versatile in nature. Love like water also possesses the above mentioned qualities. We often find ourselves in a tight spot when we try to control whom we develop feelings for, or when we try to predict which direction our relationship is heading towards. Love like river water has its own flow and course. The flow of  river water cannot be controlled like our feelings for someone we have come to cherish. Similarly trying to swim against the current is as futile as trying to force our affection and feelings onto someone. You have to let go when its time, and give into the flow where it's needed. Why? Because the river rushing down from the headwater moving towards the plains only knows the ocean it has to reach. It takes the journey prepared to cross over and accept the places and circumstances it will come across on its way to the ocean. Find your ocean, let your river flow and take its own course instead o