Love clash the shadows of the objectivity of the now.
The idea of the forlorn romance we seek.
The anticipation of the life we too want to trace.
Dawn captures the faces of the newborn soul.
Tracing with it the cast of the next new feeling.
The embrace of the next new sight.
The wish of each new embrace.
The wonder of every shining face.
de Balzac.
Tell me more.
Consumer fetish.
Window hear out.
Alex
I have broken down
For many reasons
The thought
The anxiety the self
The pity
From killing
To pleasure
To pain
To back again
And yet the thought has never
Ever struck me
As it has tonight
The thought
The feeling
The light
I feel pain
Even fright
I feel remorse
There is no delight
In your agony
In our defeat
And yet I love you
No matter
What we meet
The hot brain
Tense thought remorse
Like the train
Hot coal
The course
We carry on
And yonder love
Through push
Come light
Come shove
And yet its you
I hold above
Your unconditional love
It is a masterpiece
So shining through
No even some lyrical
Ba ha hum can do
And I want
Try misconstrue
But tonight
I always think of you
I love you
jugger-nut.
garage door.
trashcan.
holy star wars.
