Understand that this love you seek; like cupid himself has whispered my name into your daft, but longing ears; is not the love you seek. Understand that this love is selfish; that it will put itself before you, that it will appear an expanse, unfathomable, and unquenchable; for this, it is. Understand that this love you seek, is broken; cruel and closed– but if nurtured and bred, can surprise you yet; for this love is […]
The irony was lost to him, of complaining of polluted skies, when the remains of burning plant matter left his lungs. You are the victim and the perpetrator, to the crimes that you cry wolf to. You are the God of your own anguish, Mothered by pain, and your reluctance to change. Fathered by the passing of time, that makes you realize– your own mortality.