“Guilt. What a feeling, like rotting eggs spoiling inside my stomach, the stench seeping out through my pores”

I was possessed with a passion to discover those eyes! Those large, those shining, those divine orbs! They become to me twin stars of leda, and I to them devoutest of astrologers

I wish my cortisol and serotonin were at optimum levels

It was this unfathomable longing of the soul to vex itself to offer violence to its own nature to do wrong for the wrong‘s sake

“I saw its demon eyes blazing violently beneath the hood of its cloak,”

“The soft pink glow of the sunlight spilled over the snowy mountains, kissing the tips of the pine trees.”