Guilt for Bliss
I got this note today:
I'm tongue tied. Between what the hell makes you think... I waiting with abated breath... why the hell ... and my every longing, every aching desire… I’m a conflict with no resolution, a maelstrom of contradiction, fire and flowers, depravity and devotion. Not only do I not have the questions, I can’t be sure I want the answers.
I love writing like this. Nevermind the typos, the words are pure poetry. I feel bad though, that I inspired these particular words in this particular order.
I'm tongue tied. Between what the hell makes you think... I waiting with abated breath... why the hell ... and my every longing, every aching desire… I’m a conflict with no resolution, a maelstrom of contradiction, fire and flowers, depravity and devotion. Not only do I not have the questions, I can’t be sure I want the answers.
I love writing like this. Nevermind the typos, the words are pure poetry. I feel bad though, that I inspired these particular words in this particular order.