The Obstruction In Throat Of Tears.
So Pristine
Pristine because Beauty Is Beauty An It Is Good.
Unexplainable Force Pounding On Soul Because Beauty Is Urgent And Paramount.
It Squeezes Soul Gliding To Hypothetical Throat, Choking.
But It Is Bliss Because Beauty Holds No Rules.
Bliss is pain.
Pain Was The Beginning.
It Expresses Superiority, When You Are Choked By God's Hand. or Words. The Beauty In tears Of Words Fell Upon You. Forever Changed. Though Not Significant.
It's Ironic, Those Very Words That Choke You, Restrict You From Saying Or Emoting Them.