Wanting to watch the World burn slowly while sipping on some exotic teas and listening to the melodic styling of a romantic crooner, wailing for the ephemeral touch of love to return into vivaciousness from the now vapid form.
What is this mood called? Destructive? Hateful? Perhaps this is a moment where titles could barely matter any less.
If there was some resolution. If there was some discreet manner in which to handle heartbreak and disappointment. If there was some reasonable justification as to why having everything you ever wanted snatched from beneath a glance full of pomp & circumstance. Such is life. Apparently, God was not willing at that time with that person.
Still, the damage remains. And reparations need to be made. Is it the solitude of a lonely soul or the wisdom of a sage. Twinkle bright little star, elucidate the darkness of loss with hope & growth.
Let the artistry, the aesthetics meet the aether of a morrow sight shall never see.
What is this mood called? Destructive? Hateful? Perhaps this is a moment where titles could barely matter any less.
If there was some resolution. If there was some discreet manner in which to handle heartbreak and disappointment. If there was some reasonable justification as to why having everything you ever wanted snatched from beneath a glance full of pomp & circumstance. Such is life. Apparently, God was not willing at that time with that person.
Still, the damage remains. And reparations need to be made. Is it the solitude of a lonely soul or the wisdom of a sage. Twinkle bright little star, elucidate the darkness of loss with hope & growth.
Let the artistry, the aesthetics meet the aether of a morrow sight shall never see.
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