Absence

21 Aug 2011

With light comes love, and ardent bliss such joys leave thy mind in an angry hiss Now shadows befall my wither'd frame old mortal hopes, sprout blooming pain. Winter's sigh crept up inside my soul his thrashing tongues have taken their toll Upon my heart which can harbor no light crumpling towards thy grave, I shall not fight.

frigid

"Man can will nothing unless he has first understood that he must count on no one but himself; that he is alone, abandoned on earth in the midst of his infinite responsibilities, without help, with no other aim than the one he sets himself, with no...

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