My mind lingers in endless thoughts, what is to forget if already forgotten, left to be forgotten… but left to remember, in mindless acts and dreadful words, unforgetful feelings which we crave, and the selfish drive to obtain more. But unwitherd fears that come before it, if brought forward, then what is to be expected but an endless cause of sins, to indulge and to wither in regret, to desire more then to crave, shed more than pleasure what you can hold and touch then to be denied.