The only one. The many few.

This was my first interoggatory. That such a plentitude of refined inclusions could reside within such an erstwhile yet barricaded example of the heavenly grace could trod here, in the frontiers of such a void landscape that I find my wanton heart. Stunning in beholden the budge of a visage I could not apprehend to possibly exist. And yet. Seemingly had. At once the locutiousness of my unfailing persuasions to ebb. How paradoxical irony before my thoughts drown with feelings. Feelings! They were the barrage and barricade of all that plunged my incessant desires into a kind of vengeful reverie like a bit and bridle to my formerly unchained thoughts. .not mine but as if lost in the ballast of so many lost among the disputed shadows of mishappen understanding. Resolved my sense to simply be satisfied that she existed at all. And only could hope her the best in this area where others find a sea of joy. But not for ones like this. Never yet. For I.