resolving to...
would that i could know something beautiful. would that i could find a better word to describe her. face and pride lie meaningless, slain by passion and tortured by rejection. would that i could leave them there, choking on their vanity. but retrieve them both we must. lest imbalance sway man to dust, and in as much such pride might entertain, to relieve it's man his heart and soul, and so he again, is slain. two we balance, the one to the other, my night to her day, her life to my grave, but to love we all are slaves. kicking and scratching at the doors to its kingdom...
"constipated thinking"
"constipated thinking"