There are rules for love liars.
Who cares, since love left my soul? Near the hell I am.
Purity, Charm, Magic: the love of all places was abandoned in the accumulation of who I am.
He chose to be alone.
Roaming a universe away from the mine in search of a new direction, a new world, new knowledge, a new place to drive. And, left alone, I'm unsure about what is ahead.
My desire is to shake the Everest and feel the crumbling stones of the mountain so shaky and sad.
Feel every stone on me like tears spouting this longing stronger than me. If there are lives that love rescue me. Love inhibits the evil, but not what I see.