What are you trying to do?

Even the most magnificent of edifices would crumble under fateful conditions. Stalwart heroes would garner envy from the common man, had they really existed beyond flamboyant words penned by prehensile men and women of literature. I am no hero.

I have waged this war far beyond what I can expend. The debt weighs heavily upon me and I can only construe surrender. Your recent query has left me spiralling beyond sensibility; Lost outside thresholds. I am defeated.

Tiny hands clasped in the shape of a heart, everlastingly enshrined in wax. I am prostrate.

~ by cryhavok on January 11, 2008.