I've often wondered what changes the world has seen fit to bestow. The truth isn't what the truth is, we are all but human's and simply make mistakes. How I wish those small things could be forgotten, those trespasses caused by the loss of my own humanity. I've often wondered what love feels like but I have never had the opportunity to find life. See for within life there has never been the opportunity for me to love. Neither with the smell or texture that I have wished it or the desire of a thousand night's spent hungry.
The world itself has deemed to remain loveless in my absence, and by abstaining it has never been the truth of itself. I would of course gladly do or say anything that brought about my knowledge of that one person I have always sought after, however never had the proclivity ability to find. For the truth of desire is simply the desire to seek love, now I am going to have to leave this world and never come back again for I have failed in every and all attempts to finding love. The life of the world is evil and inherently grossly miss understood. you see the greatest problem here isn't that I have not found love but for it has never sought me with the greatness of it's embrace.
Love is this small thing, almost impossible to notice, and it sits their on your desk or counter for a limitless number of years until some random girl in a frock finds it and then. Ohhhhh! Then let me tell you it starts to grow, it's been following you around for years, this thing and it has always felt like it should be even just a slight bit muchier but never has been. Then it follows you around and around, eventually growing to abhorrently ridiculous size's. I mean serious the thing's the size of a building, or a skyscraper and eventually it won't even fit in doorways, though you still manage to get it in somehow. Yet it is so Incredibly fragile that the damn thing is chipped away at for every look in the direction of another butt, or for simply not being cared for as it should be by the one person who you finally found to help make your love grow.
It grew to epicly massive proportions and eventually you were suffocated by it.
It was supposed to breath life into you, you see the life of all live each day to the fullest because once it passes here today you won't see it again. Yet all you ever managed to do was obsess about how small your damn LOVE was. So it never grew, no one ever took the time or effort to see your love or the people that did already had their loves. Then one day she show's up! Your love, and her love is HUGE! you don't know if you could ever even compare yours to hers or even possibly fit one into the other. They seem so ridiculously compatible and she's had so much more experience!
Just then when you are frustrated beyond compare, and you feel all hope is lost you go and say hi. You talk to her for hours and as she turns to walk out the door you opened for her You see it there, a small hole in her love, letting her love in and out it doesn't seem like her love is complete, and as the inherent thing about all loves is how fragile they are and how much nourishing they need well you give her yours to plug the hole. You give her your love, she doesn't have to ask for it or understand it, but this wonderful person you just met has this hole and eventually she'll run out of love if something isn't done about it.
So you give her your love, what good was it for you? It was small and feeble, no one had ever nourished your love, no one had ever looked in your direction like you had theirs. While yes this technically means you've no more love left, it was the best way to spend yours.
The world itself has deemed to remain loveless in my absence, and by abstaining it has never been the truth of itself. I would of course gladly do or say anything that brought about my knowledge of that one person I have always sought after, however never had the proclivity ability to find. For the truth of desire is simply the desire to seek love, now I am going to have to leave this world and never come back again for I have failed in every and all attempts to finding love. The life of the world is evil and inherently grossly miss understood. you see the greatest problem here isn't that I have not found love but for it has never sought me with the greatness of it's embrace.
Love is this small thing, almost impossible to notice, and it sits their on your desk or counter for a limitless number of years until some random girl in a frock finds it and then. Ohhhhh! Then let me tell you it starts to grow, it's been following you around for years, this thing and it has always felt like it should be even just a slight bit muchier but never has been. Then it follows you around and around, eventually growing to abhorrently ridiculous size's. I mean serious the thing's the size of a building, or a skyscraper and eventually it won't even fit in doorways, though you still manage to get it in somehow. Yet it is so Incredibly fragile that the damn thing is chipped away at for every look in the direction of another butt, or for simply not being cared for as it should be by the one person who you finally found to help make your love grow.
It grew to epicly massive proportions and eventually you were suffocated by it.
It was supposed to breath life into you, you see the life of all live each day to the fullest because once it passes here today you won't see it again. Yet all you ever managed to do was obsess about how small your damn LOVE was. So it never grew, no one ever took the time or effort to see your love or the people that did already had their loves. Then one day she show's up! Your love, and her love is HUGE! you don't know if you could ever even compare yours to hers or even possibly fit one into the other. They seem so ridiculously compatible and she's had so much more experience!
Just then when you are frustrated beyond compare, and you feel all hope is lost you go and say hi. You talk to her for hours and as she turns to walk out the door you opened for her You see it there, a small hole in her love, letting her love in and out it doesn't seem like her love is complete, and as the inherent thing about all loves is how fragile they are and how much nourishing they need well you give her yours to plug the hole. You give her your love, she doesn't have to ask for it or understand it, but this wonderful person you just met has this hole and eventually she'll run out of love if something isn't done about it.
So you give her your love, what good was it for you? It was small and feeble, no one had ever nourished your love, no one had ever looked in your direction like you had theirs. While yes this technically means you've no more love left, it was the best way to spend yours.
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