Sidling down avenues of particular linguistics, pulling adjectives out of abstract ideas, setting them in careful array.

Meanings of love once joined in harmonious bliss, suddenly breaks down – clanging everything around into sadness and despair.Hatred fills the space that only love once was allowed.No tender kisses, no soft arms enfolding in hugs, because the meaning of love never coincided with what in reality it was.

Functioning progressively, fulfilling needs ofeffervescent solutions, weeping into daylight hours.

Trying to hold together semblances of life, fragmented and tossed aside through misery.Facing hardships in abandoned loneality and sitting on many deserted shores, forever steeped in nothingness where love is no more.

Bringing tears to mind afterwards, flowing downstream and into vaults of steel.Encased, treasured, protected for an eternity of absolution, awaiting forgiveness.

were never attained.Our paths left us, criss-crossed with adolescenceand re-entered our lives in maturity, saving us frommistakes we may have made in youth.Climbing mountains of age, we progress slowly, onlyto realize in our later years that it was with rapidprogression we materialized on our final horizons,trying to save ourselves from fate.