A mournful aura suspended the promise of tomorrow, and I could see Hirsutus Puella grieving the loss of feminine independence.

Lamentations asphyxiated the oxygen in the surrounding air, as the grey mass of Lasciva Libido’s words contorted into parasitic larvae that consumed her peace of mind with gluttonous diligence.

I stood there, bereaving not only the disillusionment and death of a cherished idol, but the disillusionment and death of an unlived future kneeled before the altar of My desires.

Whether I liked it or not, My sojourn was redirecting My gaze, away from the delirium of that comfortable corner of life.

I was set free, and what was most unsettling, was that I knew it.