Ahh the blind soul suckers. "butter my bread he said" . "But I have no butter"
"So walk to the store and get some!!!" In the dumb moments while you were gone out doing his biddings. He was spitting on the moon, to swoon the consuming blessings of death. Since he had nothing left, when you came back out of breath, he said no, I think Id rather have you dead, I like tragedy more than butter. And so the lover is really just a hunter, seeking fond imageries of his own pervetedly doomed destiny. Black holes in hearts, imploded stars from the gravity of depravity and chaos lurking beyond infinities walls, make us all feel small. Thats why they always say find Church boys, though church toys with the same spitted image of death and distaste for this place (in our hearts) we have made our home. Devils roam the earth, and not the biblical kind. The ones that cant decide between bread and butter or death and dying.
Be strong Child of the beginningless beginning. Daughter wrapped in infinity.
For earth is an ignorant design.
It is very heart breaking to know the one you care for doesn't truly feel the words {which are strong}, written or spoken. Time shows who real friends are and what life's truth really is. Hang in there, there is someone out there that will treat you with honesty, respect and love. :D
"If you cannot write well; you cannot think well; if you cannot think well, other's will do your thinking for you."
-Oscar Wilde
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