and of love
By fictus03
a brief soliloquy if i may the ever driving essence that of which sends us to the very edge of. . . well, depression simultaneously brings us the joy of life for in a single moment in the grace of a soul can be set free a world of knowledge slow dances with four letters its this that i now speak of it contains the power to desolate enrage brighten control it is our obsession our want our need temples built with full frontal endearment nothing more nothing less than the everything that of which defines our actions severed earlobes as a post mark of love and all its power who are we to deny it who are we to praise it embeds itself in the heart of emotion and leaves only to return i speak of bliss depression elation sorrow delight grief and of lovelove not only another but yourself as well. Written March 29th, 2002 © on Mar 29 2002 01:20 AM PST 10 • 0
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"a brief soliloquy if i may..."