The whispers of lust, the silence of celibacy, the joy of pain.
O, 'tis no good to reminisce the days of yore!
for thee may never be the same once more.
I shall live by the day.
and thou shalt, for all time, be this way.
The death of agony, the beauty of secrecy, the glistering amour.
Hereafter, I have found the soul I once lost.
Listening to: you.
Reading: for one more day
Playing: cooking papa