while

eleanor of aquitainia
"-tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther... And one fine morning ---”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
"I’ve been reading a lot of myths lately, and I feel for the ones we’re telling stories about.
I wonder what Icarus must have felt when he took that first draft of air up into the clouds.
I wonder what Echo felt when she saw Narcissus for the first time.
Was Icarus free?
Was Echo in love?
Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if they met.
You see, they know what it’s like to want something.
I wonder what Icarus felt when he tried to kiss the sun.
I wonder what Echo felt the moment Narcissus saw her.
Then Icarus touched the water and Echo vanished into the air, and I still wonder.
Why do I continue stretching out my hands when yours are closed?”
— Sonnet for the Young and Wanting - C.R. Alonso
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