Because my thoughts, ever day, are turning unconventional.

My beliefs are cementing.
I don’t call every walking human being an ape for being himself.
I call myself an ape. Why, you ask?
If I like my tea sweet then he must be free to take his tea the way he wishes.
I simply can’t ****** sweetness down his throat.
My beliefs are cementing.
I would rather choose to sit alone in my apartment during my 40s, resenting love for being all around me, yet not in me.