simple yet too much complication
It is not your fault it is mine.
Each morning I appear
To lie at your feet,
All day I will follow
No matter how fast you run,
Yet I nearly perish
In the midday sun.
I am the beginning of the end, and the end of time and space. I am essential to creation, and I surround every place.
conscience guilt depression
awareness consistency, effort paradox, time paradigm =|
Tired of living for a wasted life
Love until it hurts, but do not be hurt until you feel unlove.