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You can only climb as high as the mountains

that you choose to conquer.

Every given second

could really matter and the

minutes of which these seconds

make up can seem

quite dramatic.


But in reality

or at least actuality,

the vast majority mean

absolutely nothing at all.

Waves hit the shore

forever and a day

longer than anyone

can really enjoy —

but the fleeting hours

and disappearing days.


Slippery weeks,

translucent months,

years made up of nothing at all

but air, and breathing

in and out.


Fortunately,

the intertwined moments can be

absolutely glorious.

Love isn't a song

or a story, with a

sad-then-happy plot

that moves along in

predictable conflicts and

climaxes.


It's a long novel set in

deep Alaska about

two people

smiling brightly as they

slowly freeze to death

feeling warmth spread softly

through their

intertwined hands

with a sci-fi twist

where they're occasionally teleported

to fantastical, glorious paradises,

with nothing more to do then

enjoy each other in every way,

every minute — but eventually,

inevitably,

they find themselves

back where they began,

only to start the cycle again,

with love in their eyes.

© 2026 by NICK BERGHANE

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