Within the deepest part of what makes me, me, deep within my demolished,
disassembled heart, the innermost intricate parts of my deepest, unscathed
components of my scarred yet pure soul and my shattered thoughts in my mind. I begin
to somehow regain a remarkable ability to exceed even the longest of extension of
reaching down with only silent omission of disbelief the molding of myself , so true, and
the unfelt self-love that was once thought a long lost kindred spirit.
What I once knew of my passions once hidden, the solitude of my deepest
darkest secrets, and my untouched fantasies, only truest of soul mates will have the
power to divulge. One with the mystical and purest of love shall shatter all that I have
kept so concealed and uninhabited...