I fear what all men do: that the destiny of life is to live and die alone—unaware of the splendors of love. And so in a vain attempt of self-satisfaction I take to words to fabricate a sense of belonging where none exists.
I fear what all men do: that the destiny of life is to live and die alone—unaware of the splendors of love. And so in a vain attempt of self-satisfaction I take to words to fabricate a sense of belonging where none exists.
