1061.

The charm of spring turned
toward summer finally
leaving its beauty.

1060.

Must restart the show
before the curtain is pulled.
Cliches amuse me.

1059.

Damn this lazy soul
that only pushes itself
to get in its way.

1058.

But then, what else makes
it so hard other than me?
What a fucking slag.

1057.

If only being
that free were so simple an
effort, reaching out.

1056.

Dancing along the
edge of an orgy of all.
Just waiting to fall.

1055.

An embrace of love,
lust, and all its myriad
experiences.