I don't know what came over me. That I should see life seeping out of my soul; the energy and the vigour of the world draining me dry. That I should find joy in this quiet solitude, in the company of one, to accompany eternally. Do I no longer desire to keep up nor do I desire to try? For lo and behold, one should discover and question, the fallibility of each relationship and the integrity of each bond formed. People acquiring people, each poisoned with their own agenda. A world set apart with coming of age. Each a mind of their own, standing rooted, listening to neither, crossing swords at each other. Tactless people. Careless people. Joyless people. This world has too much noise.
