ejaculate, and disperse

There is no real explanation for feelings that come undone. Nothing valid to support how we unravel at the sight of a lover, a caregiver, a child, a best mate or our own reflection whenever we look in mirrors. We use the word "ache" to best describe the silent, steady convulsion. Pain is felt and experienced in wavering contractions and different intensities. How powerful pain is. So powerful you can't help but to let it seep through you.

I wake up and on some mornings and sometimes afternoons, I wonder where and how far my thoughts have travelled the day before. Do I regret the notions I come up with or pretend it's part and parcel of living. Accept that it's part and parcel of living. Move on with what's part and parcel of living.

I will try to control my sick fascinations. Henceforth.

Can you be the middle of two extremes? The lesser evil or a satanist through and through.

I realize now I musn't count on you.

Well, I did not get any sleep. I miss the old days but this isn't the time to be nostalgic.