as you look it looks at you, with intentions of kindness
βA slice of yogurt would be nice, right about nowβ
Woozy
anyone want to make a band?
Love most of my conceptΒ ideas
TO BIND, TO MERGE, TO MELT IN LOVE
Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena Plato, Symposium RenΓ© Magritte, The Lovers II (1928) Iris Murdoch, The Message to the Planet AnaΓ―s Nin to June Miller, February 1932 Robert Mapplethorpe, White Gauze (1984) Jeanette Winterson, Written On the Body Edvard Munch, The Kiss (1895) Pablo Neruda, βSonnet XVIIβ Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Hours
Nothing has been the same, nothing will ever be the same. Agony's distorted verbal attacks from the near but very present past, the calmness of the wind as it frisk the forest with its delict hands spreading an abundant amount of pollen as spring grows near and near. I ask the question of what will bring me back to clarity and normality but its not as simple as moving on or letting go you have to forget every last drop of blood that was ever shed the countless mistakes and hardships you've cost people. In this scope of matter and forms there is no longer a soul that knows me, now I'm just wondering to leave soon and be put to rest by decay of natural process. That's truly alone now I'm just a shell of who I once was my potential has fallen there is no other word that suites me more then regret. I regret staying a live for those I loved and I regret living, nothing will ever feel normal again not love not any relationships. My heart is nonexistent.
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