Understood Prerequisite

Another petal down, almost just the steam, who can love a beast, only in rem, from the bright north start, 'till the blue lit sunrise, laying alone with oceans of thoughts pouring out of mind, symptoms of the a fractured heart, a slippery mind and a tired soul, a youngish man with care to give, but no care for him, choose not to be selfish or bitter, drowning in pools of memories and half smiles, the change in one mile, focused on the silhouette of what could be, clouds form with a story to tell, no loud smell, no solid drink, the beauty in the beast, untold tales weigh the head with a crown of fire, the corrupt misleading the damaged soul, waiting like a stone for love to wet a dry world that was once full of life under different eyes, set by a different mind, can be picked up with a a gentle hand but a fire side, we all search for the same thing, but they, just like the beast are afraid of love, not scared to love, as time goes, worthlessness constructs in the frame, settling in like old hard wood floors.