Apathetic attitudes adjust accordingly at almost anatomically accurate angles. Depressions stir like the substance flows through veins. Unaccomplished tasks and desires Dance around me as if tribesmen in a ritualistic chant around the fire. The fire. The fire steadily burns within me, the craving. My link to darkness. My lust for love. A myth. Unproven legends.
Hatred for failure. Destined for pain.
I fear that I'll never find
true love
again.
Feather.
Beautiful Feather.
I long to feel your gentle touch once more
for eternity.
Feather.
