Timothy

tattered souls & bleeding hearts

we all must be one with another

we are all of us, wonderous

creatures of habit

exiled in our own ruination

longing for the next distraction

to rend us from our apathy

all i really want is understanding

confort, two hands, justice, loving lust

tumultuous and random

everything and sublime melancholy

meld us into the abyssal contemplation

until we die, or wither away