I want it; all of the lights, glamor, affection and illusion of lust.

If I could have it all for a little bit of sex only selling a little bit of my soul; it is tempting.

Words without works much like faith means nothing, it's dead. Moving in an uncomfortable and no longer familiar direction feels serene.

Motivation.  Reference the dream.

When words do fail to re-connect us, we'll always have the sex. Or not, maybe a promise, the outlook or allure. And I'll take the the world by storm, with or without security and commitment documented that is actually my own.

I am liberated by my mind a hunger for life and these very words...alone.