For years i've seen yearning men.
For years i've seen destruction of women.
All in the name of love.
I could foresee the patterns within yet
It is so foreign to me that i no longer feel as an observer
but a kind specter up on the tree watching other species mingle as i eat. Every time a carving of love is told to me i stand as rock one can be.
Why thou love a man and man love thee? To a point where death is easier to feel.
Its a wonder to me more than a concept to grasp.