Sep 2013
I am morose.
Not from love, nor life;
but of the days descent, to redundancy and verbatim.
What will, will become what is; just as surely as what is, has become what was.
Not from love, nor life;
but of the days descent, to redundancy and verbatim.
What will, will become what is; just as surely as what is, has become what was.
