After the ceasefire that they swore would last, she had the bright idea "To hell with the past!" That's where love lay bleeding licking at its wounds. The times were never changing sticking to their guns, she thought she really meant it, that's the honest truth; she felt it in her marrow, she felt it in her boots.
Knowing that I sometimes think about/experience/respond to things incorrectly does not help me to fix anything, it just makes me feel stupid for thinking about/experiencing/responding to things incorrectly, which is, in itself, the incorrect response.
The stone inside the mountain revealed a human heart shown the core unfolding song on wind tumultuous in the soft world bones protruding the heart blossoms for a moment amid stone and then crawls back inside the cave mountain heaving I can’t see or hear from where I’m standing.