I Adore You Any Way _-_-_
Can I be this below the sky and still be named man? Will I belong to the lonely darkness that will never quiet this tremble? Trapped luster flickers outwards. The will wants meaning of itself in words it can rise to. We are weepers, we children. We think we are laughing. We don’t know better. No child knows hate. All they know is how to love someone else harder.