Erected Woes

She thought to forge a journey to the desert to find it all. To find things, answers. To become lovers with the inner nature of the self. Before the journey could begin, someone else found her, and she let fastidious aspects of love materialize. Then another found her, she found one, and she found the selves she could manipulate into her own, without sacrificing the materialism that the temperamental anti- lush would not offer her. She ran, she praised, she basked, and she sacrificed. All in the name of contradiction. Despising the identifying contradictions in those who would not allow to be found by her. And in turn, contradicting the disdain that she had wrote off as invaluable and redundant. A walking crippled. A lover fueled by the most mishandled emotion of passion that is hate. The desert will not tolerate ice.