alone he sat lost in contemplative thought. why? he thinks. i am less than what i thought. but he cant escape the feelings that so overwhelmed his senses before. he cant escape her buety. but its only superficial he thinks, its only the outside. alas she is human, selfish, needy, miserable, violent, but its not all bad. these thought pervade his mind like wisps of smoke clinging to clean walls. i can escape her because i can not escape my heart.
oh what filthy philandering of sorrows lust poisons the purity of loves embrace. now i sit here alone wondering if
i can ever feel the same. what can grow in the field of my desolate heartscape? where can i find the feelings of yesterday. he lights a smoke and puts his hand to his head, empty and alone.
oh what filthy philandering of sorrows lust poisons the purity of loves embrace. now i sit here alone wondering if
i can ever feel the same. what can grow in the field of my desolate heartscape? where can i find the feelings of yesterday. he lights a smoke and puts his hand to his head, empty and alone.