Questions of Singularity.

Silent is the effervescent winds of grief and malicious sorrow which bends the trees of heartache in the forests of regret and passion. Longing fears of abandonment casts shadows of past mistakes and dreams of second chances. Do we dare to love in moments that seem to last forever when death is the end of all inevitability? Deceitful outcomes injury the most fragile minds and bare the right to twist the soul from light to filth. Such are never ending waves of tenacious Cycles of purity cloaked in clarity. We fill voids with fruitless wonders designed to curb insatiable appetites and sexual luster. We all die in the riotous divinity with hopeless cries of freedom in infinity's echo. Vitious and virtuous voyages plaster uncharted curiosities within the sub- conscience of reality. Never are we powerless and protected in ungrateful appreciation of betrayal for riches and will sail on oceans of jealousy in heights that are only obtained by the gods.