the sweetest of sweats of sorrows from one to the other you had to dig in deep to possess. , that's p̶a̶r̶t̶l̶y̶ really why ya read things, deeply incrypted in words describing things describing ideas describing feels. from that dusty old waterfall that you had to hike 7 hours just to glimpse at, to the heartache & break you worked so desperately much to prevent, the world offers itself to your imagination not to ya ya gotta venter away, you gotta go and track for days neverending, chase down in a final bone breaking push wrestle that boar of the feels .or. end up in that care-not blues