where do the words come from? this cosmically endless stream of consciousness about the feelings of vain fantasy and lust do we understand the four letter word? it's meaning? how can we know, if the meaning is obscured and the world is too dark for us too see. we think the heart feels. what the heart feels, we really think. but only it rushes to collapse on blurred visions of yes be, maybe, won't be lovers while we dream of yesterdays that are perfect, in retrospect only. we've not touched that sacred vessel of our earthly desires. never reached the holy grail of LOVE not in this world. or the next? therefore we write about what we don't know.
Reason for writing:
okay, i have an idea that this may not be the best thing I've written in recent history. but a whim's a whim, right?
Birth sign: Scorpio
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