I grew irritable and restless, confined to narrow loneliness: sullen and silent in a sleep eternally.

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I grew irritable and restless, confined to narrow loneliness: sullen and silent in a sleep eternally.
The world goes on, we have to adapt.
The burst of sun rose up to see the flowers shivering and alive, their faces bright with curious life.
All the great words - love, joy, happiness, were just a cocktail of experience in life.
The genuine thrill of books and poems roused her deeper than any love affair.
I have a single wish, my whole being is yearning so unwaveringly, for you.
Deep inside her a sense began to burn, a dangerous feeling. A sense of rebellion.
It took me some days to know harmony with life. You, my love, are the end to my despair.
The soul felt a terrible ache, the years went slowly numb in a spread of paralysis, of shock, an inward emptiness in her soul. Like dead leaves crumpling to powder, blown away on the wind.
The overwhelming pressure of that romantic illusion. Fate hardly matters. You adapt to believe there is an absolute one for you.