Bliss in All Sorrows Found - Planks

Shaping truths to what I need it to be.

A soul revering singularity.

I still love this world!

Love is blind, when you need it the most,

the comfort of the man who walks alone.

The words refuse my tongue.

I’ll die alone, never colder.

Love is blind, when you need it the most.

The comfort of the man who walks alone.

I — Still — Love — This — World!

Hopelessly chasing, hopelessly losing.

The world consoles me and I don’t care who I’ll lose.