Once there was a point of return, haunting and forever present clouding my me, the real me that will never be effected by the external. Touching my face, my hair, biting at my nails I remember who I am. Old love affairs with the worlds sorrows have turned on me, only my own knows the truth once again and here i am once again i said here i am once again resigning from a former position. You know, I use to care in ways that you only dreamt of feeling, but please give that search up. Turn it all inside out and than dig a little deeper than what is recommended, youll understand only than but remember to put everything back in place, not in the order it was found in, of course not! In a new order all together, alas a new order(i promise this isn't a reference to anything in written existence, stop looking into it as so!). But really now, put it all back without instruction and than you will see new life and maybe even smell something sweeter than all the illusions that perfume girl is insisting you enjoy.
The luckiest insect I ever knew spent his days bathing in the rich musk of a lilys petals that made this little creature of curiosity drunk from the wealth of the earth. The shame in desire exists only in unexplored desires, outside the realms of mischief and curiosity.
