(no subject)
Can it be for therapy or is it strictly for the demanding pleasure?
Can it paint lines on a map lacking organization?
Or put romance into repetition?
Do our emotions guide us into quarrels that make a lower priority of absentmindedness?
Or can priorities ever really change?
The wishing and hesitation, the lust and satisfaction.
While trembling hands make me question the importance of solitude.
My incompetence agrees.
The nomadic existence, sampling others in selfishness.
While my solitude convinces itself it is proud, my pride convinces itself that it even exists.
Can it paint lines on a map lacking organization?
Or put romance into repetition?
Do our emotions guide us into quarrels that make a lower priority of absentmindedness?
Or can priorities ever really change?
The wishing and hesitation, the lust and satisfaction.
While trembling hands make me question the importance of solitude.
My incompetence agrees.
The nomadic existence, sampling others in selfishness.
While my solitude convinces itself it is proud, my pride convinces itself that it even exists.