clockworkcrow

When young, we mourn for one woman... as we grow old, for women in general.
The tragedy in life, is that man is never free... yet strives for what can never be.
the thing most feared in secret, always happens.
my life, my love, what are now?
but the more the pain grows, the more this instinct for life somehow asserts its self.
the neccessery beauty in life is in giving yourself to it completely.
only later will it clarify itself.. something, something i can't hear the rest properly.