EpicTofuWarrior

Ahh, the words in my throat are churning, thick like honey, I feel it burning A love of loving and love of being loved It’s the most comprehensible answer that I’ve found Ahh, when I reminisce on that day, a singed- black ache, reveals what was vague A love of loving and love of being loved With no end in sight, a race that can’t be won We’ve been cursed to endure the same fate, both weighted with shackles Though they’re, Invisible, unforgettable, it’s the understanding that this is love, So! As long as I am stuck in this state of foolish inertia Yes I’m, in this all together with you, in the throe