Sauntering through the forage grass as I glare at my feet I seem to not grasp the concept of
fulfillment.
Is it knowing you gave it your all or allaying your instinctive premonitions of it all going
South.
Tis heart wrenching to possess the empath seed, regarding the compulsive knacks to spread it
across without reward nor a hearty acceptance.
Convinced of unearthing the soft spot of acquaintances and Co the journey to part through is
arduous and frantic most times impossible.
Sinister laughs and jabs laced with toxic utterings collapse the daunting determination to
act the just and humanise the right.
The world is all but how we make it seem .
So in my understanding love resembled the high...