Masochistic Mystery
There’s nothing more to me
Than this masochistic mystery
That begs to not end your story
Of just who are we?
There’s nothing more to me
Than this masochistic mystery
That begs to not end your story
Of just who are we?
27.12.2011 | Categories: Abstract, Heartache, Longings, Meaning, Suffering, The Perils of Living, Unrequited Love | Tags: Confusion, emotional blackmail, masochism, mystery, poetry, unlabelled realationships, who are we | Leave a comment
Dear Soul, I am happy that you have entered this realm and the thought of another connection my conscious mind may never know is inspiring and wonderful. I wish you are able to find and make beauty and good of the things you come across. It's funny how fate is considered to be subjective when there is a saying "there is a REASON for everything". God bless your senses.