control is gifted to those who can yield its power, its massive weight of dextrous complexities gliding in and out of webs so silkily tied behind endless facades.

control can hide so plainly that you see the momentous edge drifting further and further away in drowning pleasure as a master pulls your pathetic strings.

It’s easier to give up before you realize you’ve lost so splendidly.

it’s easier to simply relax.