Gladly bound by freedom... we love.
Love knows no barriers, not even that of trust. It is like space, seemingly empty, seemingly weak, yet all things that move and live have their beginning in it. I do not know its source, but I would not dare say no to it. I know that I would be blinded by it, yet I would see clearly. It would probably render me deaf, yet, I would be overwhelmed by the beauty of its song, finding myself defenseless, open, gladly bound by freedom. Sign in to see full entry.