A sultry diatribe for those of the more romantic disposition. Aesthete sensibilites can be deleterious.

Screen Shot 2022-08-08 at 10 12 11 AM

A tear is shed; beauty in all it’s absolute rawness
To find surfeit, your tender embrace. Pain! a vitriolic immanent
All we know is pain. The unending procule of eternal sunshine
A terminus, fulfilled of such wretched lamentations
Are we naive to hold such fanciful ideations? They say we are
What more is there to all this, if not transcendence?
Trancendent ideals presupposed by metafoundational artefacts - Love
Warmth, feeling, thought. Cogito Ergo sum. It is upon this that we suffer
Unending melancholia as an eternal dispotion, merciful is the ahedonic catanonia