What in the bloody devil is wrong with me that I feel an incessant need to fall in love with the "perfect woman of my dreams"? Is it not enough to simply be a superficially insatiable playboy with a habit of exercising pseudo-romanticism? Those closest to me in which I have come to rely offer assurance that my life is Heaven. Yet, I can personally vouch that Hades itself has such an outward appearance, a very deceitful perception. Why then, should I wish to compound my adversities with a burning desire to fall in love? I sincerely doubt such a state of being even exists. Yet, whilst being the centre of attention at any given event, I find myself quite lonely and longing for that one special person who will embrace me unconditionally. Am I broken, and, if so, can I be repaired or is all hope lost for me? Even knowing quite well precisely where I am in this station of life, I am quite lost and wandering. Is it possible to be found before it is too late? Perhaps it is already much too late. Is my heart not enough to offer that I must also sacrifice my entire being? Is it impossible to discover a mutual appreciation of life? If so, what purpose in living shall ever prevail?
Posted on: Fri, 07 Jun 2013 21:47:45 +0000
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