As you sit and bask in your thoughts of love, you render your being to the unknown corners of your heart. The world unfolds it utmost forgetful feeling of eclectic sound. The mindfulness of the brush of skin, such a longing to be cried out for. Your hearts beat only for each others sheer breath to cross your thoughts. As you stare out into the gazing stars, you tremble under the cool breezes that remind you once of what was. What's yet to become of you in the wake of this storm you've created? No one told you they'd be here for you. Oh, but the craving- The craving is nearly unsettling in the thought of your ardor fading into nothingness. The reinforce of your belief has subsided beneath the grunge and filth settled. They've lead you to contemptible pain, only to throw away your long lived endearments. You've withheld the past perversion of your contented mind, and you've discerned your precarious theory upon love.
