as of recent I've found myself deep within a paradox, an ending--ending precisely where it began. as I flow beneath this river of concept I find it hard to follow the ebb and flow--the puuuuuussh and pull of each subsequent tide. an elegance was found here in this placcid shoreline of sorts. a reflection, gone far past its limitation--an insect far past ecdycis, cocooned in an effervescent glow--metamorphosed into oblivion. I shed not one tear for those trapped in the wire, nor expect a single tear from those longing to get in. I'm in, and that's all I need to know; and strangely all you need to know as well...however
let your questions be your guide.
'It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.’