For I Am Yearning To

Think Not To Match Yourself Against The Gods, For Men That Walk The Earth Cannot Hold Their Own With The Immortals.

Like A Girl, A Baby Running After Her Mother, Begging To Be Picked Up, And She Tugs On Her Skirts, Holding Her Back As She Tries To Hurry Off—all Tears, Fawning Up At Her, Till She Takes Her In Her Arms… That’s How You Look, Patroclus, Streaming Live Tears.

After The Event, Even A Fool Is Wise.

It's About Time Trees Were Good For Something, Instead Of Just Standing There Like Jerks!

My Life Is More To Me Than All The Wealth Of Ilius