Perhaps, perhaps this would be the one to pull me out of my plunge.
And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.
I deserve that, don't I, some sort of blazing love that I can live with.
How frail the human heart must be - a mirrored pool of thought.
The silence between us was so profound I thought part of it must be my fault.
A million years of evolution, Eric said bitterly, and what are we? Animals.