Get going.

Manipulation and destruction, I cannot find the strength to hold on. A fear of weakness and a weakness due to fear, everything comes tumbling down, down, down. The sun is shining and the wind is blowing and the birds are chirping but my heart is black, turned to stone by the coming and going of such people, such things. To dwell on matters as these is to indulge yourself in the wonders of the world, the wonders that have mystified all of mankind. A black hole. Maybe I am out of my mind. But oh, how I long to break free from these chains, to go anywhere, just to go.

You are the epitome of sin, yet I love you so.