Are you sure?

So cold but finally not damp,
not digging deep in my bones
and turning me weak.
Combustion and pressure
I really do have to work on decreasing my anxiety.
Raw throat and dried eyes,
odd enough combination.

I feel fine

It's and histoire de family. And I wont rest until I forget about it

Machiavelli

As Nicolo said, it is best to be what is in your control, otherwise the power is lost. So it is better to be feared than loved because love is far out of control and as great as it is, it's vapid. So Nicolo, I getcha. I really do.
Reality shows a roaring thunderous temperment though, so what I know isn't in practice because, as you know Nicolo, we are but human, I am no Prince. It's early so I'll say a new day is dawning, but it's the sun has his head still burried in clouds.
I'm a giant cliché. Two eyes, two ears, and one hell of a mouth. Relying on logic, going blind and being battered emotionally, logic hasn't really worked just yet. "I'm sad and I'm lonely and I never had a pony.
Ti voglio molto bene, Nicolo. IO STARE ATTENTO. Non stare bene. Desidero divertimi.
I really wish this made sense.

Shapes and smoke signals

Listening to ideological tunes
Sharing features and hense heritage
Feeling passive
And of course offensive.
"Do you like my thighs"
Interested only in interesting things,
But of course,
Not everything can be.
Animated tunes glistening like beads of perspiration.
Just animations,
Simple figments of altered realities.
Or was it realistic reality in real time?
An analysis of life by living
Or analysing dying
Whichever tune fits.