wtf

is wrong with me.

such clarity is rare for the vain. and no rest for the wicked. My weaknesses come to haunt me, and my strength takes an opportune...

explanations are never necessary, and expositions are rarely ever. My countenance remains, that of a...

This Love forever, and moves to offset, and what I knew is what I know. But certainty is absurd and doubts are biting. I want...

Should it be now, though I'm sure it isn't. This woven, to be known is to be sure of this. Time