Despair is the Sickness unto Death
How lucky would I be, would anyone be, to discover a single true expression.
An emotion sufficiently revealed, understood, shared, confirmed.
Something clear and concrete and rich and sweet and not bent or broken and complete.
Something strong and united, something real and forever.
A solitary instance would do.
But I guess that's too much to ask for.
Or perhaps too much to handle...
An emotion sufficiently revealed, understood, shared, confirmed.
Something clear and concrete and rich and sweet and not bent or broken and complete.
Something strong and united, something real and forever.
A solitary instance would do.
But I guess that's too much to ask for.
Or perhaps too much to handle...