Human emotions are not clean cut,
and his awareness of distance has become obstruct——-
but what is desire in a world full of the compulsion to approach?
On the grounds of reciprocating, he is filling bunnies full of hope,
Loathing under trees that deserve nothing but those who know to loafe,
She is full of intentions but still keeps rebuilding past ghosts.
I will be intrigued and thinking about what you really are talking about here.
I appreciate it. We’re all mad here.