One considers the effects on human emotional disobedience, where sense, logic and emotions are caught upside down at the cross hairs of decisions.
Most endings or decisions have swelled up in a hot mess, and continue to interject opinions at the most inconvenient times.
Oh, woe how the torment aches, yet it is sealed and bounded to the inter winding fissures of ones caved chest.
These thoughts are the rulers of a clutched heart, which feels not a thing. Could these captivating day's lead to the road of an unfortunate demise, or a five second interval of strength and joy?
To which outcome is the hurt, and regret of all things. Results from an inner war, at which the feud is never kept tight in the hallows for too long.
Such a thing would end a canyon where the body too shall plunder.
