I was to write a post, but I guess a poem should do the job. No, I'm not a hopeless romantic. Though some people might disagree, infinitely.
Motion and motive, is in the mind. Not calorie wise for the former.
Annihilation of the strongest,
Cause he seeks no monotony, He'd be all splendid to give in to this cacophony.
Your suicide is his murder,
Conflict raised, Passion never bestowed.
And there goes your soul, a mellow attempt at loathing fear.
When you search and find no calm,
That's when you dig into memories for the very lost charm.
I'm not sure what I've just written. Very random. I know.
But hey, I find my analogy in a random number generator. Only this time, replace numbers with words.