La douleur exquise; an untranslatable french saying. It expresses the unimaginable pain of wanting someone you cannot have. This is the actuality of love, old man: suffering. As little or much sense as that made, I write this down in a vain attempt to string together a melodius sonnet from the thoughts of a shattered mind. I am trying, rather hopelessly, to express love in it's most beautiful and indescript form. I have been trying to reach the light I've found in my infinite void, and the best I can do is feel it's warmth on my fingertips.
This is love, old man.
This is suffering.
