Deep down, I am longing...
When you close your eyes, what do you see? In this very moment, what do you see? You see me, if you know me. Or you see something outside the boundaries of my feeble stare. My longing. My yearning.
In this window. Light breaks through and in that light I feel renewed. Rejuvenated! Fuck her, fuck everything! I will bring this moment into the light and capitalize on the fruits of such labor! My, loss?
Only man. Only man has reached the aspens of the edge of civil emotion...but only the edge. My emotional intelligence borders that of my logical thinking. If I can allow myself to cry at the face of fiction, then, why would I not allow the words of an empty garden mold me? Close the door and close your eyes. What do you see?
In this window. Light breaks through and in that light I feel renewed. Rejuvenated! Fuck her, fuck everything! I will bring this moment into the light and capitalize on the fruits of such labor! My, loss?
Only man. Only man has reached the aspens of the edge of civil emotion...but only the edge. My emotional intelligence borders that of my logical thinking. If I can allow myself to cry at the face of fiction, then, why would I not allow the words of an empty garden mold me? Close the door and close your eyes. What do you see?
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