When we find the thing we so desire at all cost to protect, it is new oxygen our life had not known it needed but from that moment forth becomes helpless without.
When the soul comes to depend upon them…, upon them to depend on us.
When we are in pursuit of such a thing, we are powerful;
when we come to possess such a thing, we are in power;
when we lose ourselves to such a thing, we are powerless once more…
So as there is infinite way to love, there is endless depth to be broken in it. To kill for, to conquer for, to be fallen for… but the grace that makes it mine, is that it is to be lived for. My death belongs with it, its with I.
When my Angel Of Poetry Summons The Poet Of Oblivion, I shall meet with My Destiny.
KS
