i've seen fools who have given themselves over to those whom they profess to love. or thought they had loved.
their souls ache deep for their lovers. even in joy, there is pain in understanding not being able to be enough. to be satisfied.

i've seen foolishness in this, where the embracing of one's soul becomes a reaping of another.
and what a sorrowful thing to be that fool. and what a shame to be the reaper.
i empathize you both.


but, i see no fool in the man who gives himself up for love. and to this, i speak of passion.
sacrificing this fundamental to what he believes in. so often, to the detriment of himself.
yet in this sacrifice, he is made whole only by the stripes he bears with every arrow which dictates the calling of his heart.

i have yet to find a man worthy of that calling.
and i think i never will.

for such a man is corrupted by selfish desires, personal greed and insatiable hunger and lust.
you will never find a man pure as such.


i can only hope that one day, daybreak will break the ways our eyes see these entities.
and how they must be broken and stand corrected again.
we have been fed with the wrong kind of food over this century.

and now you know why a heart can break so easily.