I feel criminal with this context. Hidden subliminal in this text. I'm vexed at what's next. Tired of writing on being wrecked or how I haven't slept. I wanna find love except, like chess it can't be held in check. Thoughts twirling in my head like a tornado, I can't help but feel winded. I wanna climb this mountain of love and be ascended. But its been taken from me rescinded. I thought I finally convinced it, but I'm still alone so I guess I didn't.