Yawns Are Hard To Refute.

Envy Awakens At The Sound Of A Distant Laugh.

Our Detachments Move Us Toward Freedom And Death.

With Every Physical Pain, My Moral Fibre Unravels A Little.

It Is Not Confused. We Are.

Looking Backward At What Has Been Lost, I Feel Sad, Then Indifferent, And At Last Relieved.