Sun falls as the cold is, not justified to the humanity within and throughout. Throughout causeation of plenty shows no other thing aside(INSIDE) from bright outcomes. The night shows the darker side only by means written by the lustful. Lingers the measurement needed. Still strife, still unclear in the vision belonging to the one. The one thing. The one thing I was in the humaneness whilst outcry bellows the mouthpiece of the longing. Yet we wait for the proper to accept us for the image proven. Going further the nights cold is. Always is. The cold breaks thr agony. Strange is the wet handle. The place where the mind meets the routine and the discipline. Only because of the sec. Mother bittersweet she is. Dangerous is the title to her lessons. Guarding her sadness from who we are. Struggle motivated the lust for her sex. I can change, I can change, I can change, three for we and one is us because Mother(ed)[s] love is never not made sweet. Strong, confident, breaking me. Broken me. She is only that, Beauty. With love…yours always LOVE.