Life to the lees: All times I have enjoy’d
Greatly, have suffer’d greatly, both
I don’t remember the last time I’ve felt like this. It must have been long time ago. Or has it? It’s a blur. To love, it feels nothing but good. That’s all I wat to do, but we all know that’s a lie. I seek so much more than that. I live to feel, yet I want to run from it. That last part was a lie. Probably one of the worst lies I’ve ever told. I live to feel. It’s a rush. Never could I run from it, and never would I want to. This is the shit I need, but don’t know what to do with. Why must things affect me so? I’m curious. Not about that, because I know the answer. What I want to know is what he has to offer me.