02-12-2023, 03:00 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-08-2023, 07:13 PM by Left Brain.)
Devotion, is that the only thing I have to provide upon Meranthe? Release, that is my only desire.
My envy | Their Disgust
Though to give, I must take all that is humbly thrust unto me, and decode what it means to the heart.
For once, I explored what it was like to indulge in something that was not meant for them.
Exhilarating in every aspect, I've come to understand why they see nothing. Why they want nothing.
Why they cannot become anything. The soul, which only desires one thing, denies itself everything.
x
Their Desire | My lack thereof
What is there to covet in the love that I've come to understand. As we both grow, is there want reserved for the pitiful?
I have begun to wonder if your concern derives from the disgusting change of fate that bears itself upon me.
Do I love what I don't have, do I love what I have given away, do I love what I keep? Am I loving, what I desire to lose?
I am nurturing it, only to know that the roots digging within do not receive gratification from stability.
x
I will let all of it go, so that their dream swells within me, and me alone.
As it has been proven that no vessel shines when clouded by its pervasive wants.
A host of hate.... A pathetic host of desire, a peculiar want to attain.
Give, and learn your want alone, fuels us.
x
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x
Accipiam, donec idem irritum perventum sit ac ego.
My envy | Their Disgust
Though to give, I must take all that is humbly thrust unto me, and decode what it means to the heart.
For once, I explored what it was like to indulge in something that was not meant for them.
Exhilarating in every aspect, I've come to understand why they see nothing. Why they want nothing.
Why they cannot become anything. The soul, which only desires one thing, denies itself everything.
x
Their Desire | My lack thereof
What is there to covet in the love that I've come to understand. As we both grow, is there want reserved for the pitiful?
I have begun to wonder if your concern derives from the disgusting change of fate that bears itself upon me.
Do I love what I don't have, do I love what I have given away, do I love what I keep? Am I loving, what I desire to lose?
I am nurturing it, only to know that the roots digging within do not receive gratification from stability.
x
I will let all of it go, so that their dream swells within me, and me alone.
As it has been proven that no vessel shines when clouded by its pervasive wants.
A host of hate.... A pathetic host of desire, a peculiar want to attain.
Give, and learn your want alone, fuels us.
x
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x
Accipiam, donec idem irritum perventum sit ac ego.