Cruel whole.

He loves the feeling, not her.
I can see now, more than ever, that lust can rob us of our senses. As you venture outwards, she sits and cries.

Stay not, be gone; live, and hereafter say,
A madman's mercy bade thee run away.

-- William Shakespeare, "Romeo and Juliet".

Age is a disgusting thing. Young and old. Ignorance matures into perversion.

Reprise.

I'm not sure if I am angry with myself. I am unsure if I like this familiar feeling; this state of mind, or am repulsed by it. But, it is here.

O night.

I've had a strange night. I've breathed fire, and clutched broken glass. I now see that I need something in my life, and have come to see that the people that surround me are the most beautiful beings I will ever be with. They will have their ways, they will live their lives, make their own decisions.

No, there has been no death or departure tonight. But I am now aware of a feeling and situation that may very well present itself.

This night, in a strange way, has rekindled my unrequited love.