Your belief system can alter that which is considered to be reality.
Although vulnerability is a parade of commonality which adorns blissful blinkers, we must never forget that we are inseparably connected to parental validity and unequivocal yet treacherous insecurity.
I do not believe in gender stereotypes and embrace the promise that the taste of copulation is as beautiful and rebellious as teenage wanton prowess in possession of a ligature in a dense forest.
So, my darling, wear your crown.
It’s an acoustic romance where death has cultivated a harmonious melody with an essential bass.
How beautiful is a classical symphony of sadness which is enriched by a recent discharge from hospital?
The train meandered its way along distant tracks toward South-Eastern utopia.