Old holes with new vacancy and a new capacity to be filled; with beauty and lore just living one more day to recover from the gunshot. There's a new way, diving into the seas, indulging (in limpidity); instead of stopping halfway living in the sun, but diving into asphyxia to gain a form of twisted self-worth. Talking to the higher good with cryptic intentions--begging for help, reaching the final stop sign.
Pain in subsequent diversity, an addiction, I admit, and obsession greeting.
Headstrong and relentless; be in your efforts
Evade the subject!
Happiness shouldn't lye in the thresholds of pay.
