I hate it when people let beauty define them. But that's what we all do, don't we?

I'm not even sure why my moods are just so sporadic day by day. It alters just like a flimsy heart. I've been doing some deep thinking lately - nude thoughts; bare-faced and raw emotions. It feels like the world turning on an axis so wide it's confounding, astounding...pointless. It never meets. That's just how parallelism works. 

There will always be someone out there I was bound to meet, but by chance; could not. Just that thought of the prevention of something beautiful happening is catastrophic. Oh how my heart flutters at thoughts so dreary on a Tuesday morning. It is still too early, I fear...for sadness.