it incalculable the lengths that humans will go to hatred. love is an empty and hollow emotion so much so little so pathetic so fake
Tag: diary
they are substitutes for the eventuality of what you consider irrelevant but to them it was relevant
asking unwittingly but the depth of hatred evolves into a smirky smile of distaste: you can see it in their eyes- smell it off their breath-know with their orgulous intent.
something doesn’t whiten the coloured lense
The evolution of time dispenses such centrifugal and contrapuntal mind sets that any kind of alignment is beyond evolutions remit he licked her body knowing there was no way back to see how she would feel it he knew by the heat and
when the sea subsumes you with its watery gift of sinking pulls you down WITH WORDS and FLOAT