For Love - I Would Split Open

My Nature Is A Quagmire Of Unresolved Confessions.

The Pattern Of The Narrative Never Of Necessity Wants To End, It Never Has To.

Hopefully, I Write What I Don't Know.

No Matter How Wild Reality Was Obviously Often Being, It Was An Absolutely Secure Place, As A Tone And Intelligence, And A Thing Happening.

I Know This Body Is Impatient. I Know I Constitute Only A Meager Voice And Mind. Yet I Loved, I Love. I Want No Sentimentality. I Want No More Than Home.