The ailments of something unknown broke the body.
In an instant everything hazy down to the very last sacred moment.
Wonders of regret and inconsistent pleasures of momentary love.
Yet the pleasures outweigh the regret, whether for a brief moment in time or life.
The body fights to call put for that solace,
No reply.
Then and there it was noticed, living without that solace is a slow and painful death.
Not only to the body, but the sould captured within.
Nothing can surpass the love of twin flames.
But without that solace, the flame is dead.
Just like the body, succumbing to the ailment.
Just like the soul without a body.
-KaeJaye-
Kae Jaye The Writer 