Eros or Error

So veiled my eyes have become that love remains hidden from my eyes. What is it about you that makes me intoxicated with eros? Why do I find you so utterly compelling? Is it your eyes? Your mouth? Your beautiful body? Why should I be tempted by such things? Makeup does nothing but alter your magnificent beauty. You hate how I say that but I say that because it's the truth. Alas, I shall never find such beauty again, and such beauty shall never find me, it is the way of life. Maybe oceans will break this, this undying fire of passion. Though I suspect that I shall fall victim to trans-atlanticism. It is inevitable that you shall break my heart. When you find a love that binds you in the way I am bound for you. Shall they always be constellations? There are women and then there is you, a woman. How must I stay my yearning? There is no death for this?

Frosh Week II: BANG!

Last frosh week of my college career over. Tiring. Good. Play the game BANG!