Ten days

one sad
two mad
three bad
four
five
six sad
seven mad
eight mad
nine bad
ten sad

it's all good. promise me. please.

two the wonderful years

the choices we made felt right. once we start to choose apart, senses can be dulled by logic and desires.
The choice is not easy, and it wasn't even the right one.
There should be a better way, but we're stuck like a Minotaur in the heart of a maze, in the left venticle of a snake. Many choices, goodnight, goodbye.

Leaving us with:
"Pleasure only makes pain so much harder to bear."