User talk:Loneliness.nymph

In sordid times and of barren heart, I perceive myself wandering through the sheltered mourning, with the shortage of the soul's combustible: passion. This one can be found in something or someone, but only in the crystallized in the soul is something unprecedented and superfluous critical. Is what was given to me and wasn't maintained. The zeal of wounds with no apparent cause. But, the little is enough for the young at the heart. There's no necessity of encounters, since, are in a season of mismatches. To the young, serves only to love and be loved, no more. But if this one is not done, the youthful soon starts to die. (Jade Thomaz)