599.

If our bodies are
always regenerating,
shouldn't love change too?

598.

The very thought of
this moment being all there
is, paralyzes.

597.

The world will keep on
expanding until one day
it must eat itself.

596.

I want to hurt you,
gently and vicious, in all
the very best ways.

595.

Voices fought for, not
given, should not sit still in
silence when needed.

594.

Caricatures of
romance will flame bright tonight
and die by morning.

593.

The glow, suffused through
skin in giving, offers up
a soul's submission.