set a scene to visit when you're alone lets call it your happy place it is waiting somewhere in the trees among the rushes by a stream in flowering meadows evergreen permanent summer caught in warm breeze where you can rest your ill at ease visit as often as you can feel it, taste it, soak it in it is your freedom beyond locked doors isolation the hatred of man
A man in his suffering bridaled by his toungue. A collection of thoughts that are reduced to a sum. With his fate at hand at the rolling of a thumb. His attempt at redemption is met to be shunned. He will forever be held by the passing of the moon and sun. He watches helplessly wanting to say so much but never does. He is his own prisoner. He want's to be but never does. He is the man who does not understand true love. He is the man that once was.
Watching the world pass by and never making any real changes. Feeling like more of a spectator than having participated. About to make a move only to stop yourself. Leaves it all to chance. Never really caring enough.
If you really love someone, you have to let them be with the one they truly love the most. If you can’t let them go, then do you insist on controlling their life forever? Do you want to traumatize and haunt their life so you’ll never leave them alone, even in their dreams? Do you think you’re proper, fit enough to be their companion? How do you think they will act towards you after what you’ve done? In the end, can you really love if you only show affections behind a wall or pain?
There is no love that can be shown, if it is held against by its will to abide only by your bidding.