A Word To The Love Sick World

This is a call to all sufferers hanging themselves in their own arms apart from the one they desire tired of nights sleeping alone restless in grave prisons of the place they would rather be, whispering wishes and psalms to the silence of walls that will never speak. Seeking out their most beloved unknowns that which they do not know outside of sleep, the reason for their itch to stay in bed for its ease to dream and play on nocturnal grounds away from emptiness of waking when time is occupied by working and despair and drinking. An escape to care and to be cared for unconditionally from the depths of a majestic heart, that reciprocates the true yearning between two divine animals to frolic and escape the solitude of the malnourished zoo of the world.