The Crime

So i heard that there are more number of criminals than the types of crimes involved. The crime i am about to write in't concerned with laws, as i think no law has been made to stop this variety, and judgement is yet to be formed. The gravity of joy that filled my heart at this contemplation of thought. The crime is related to an emotion only man can commit to others. There is no fear resolved in it, the pauper, saint, king, beggar, stupid, genius does it. It is my visions imagery the thoughts that got pregnant in my head and procreating through my face. The favor that i received from Gods, on this occassion of memory gave a supple strength of romance to myself, yet it was a crime. Staged by thoughts i try inculcate, how many men have thought about it, how many wars would have been avoided, if this emotion wasn't embroiled to our character. Incorporeal imaginations do tend to bring the body into motion. There was no laws written on this account as i imagined looking at my window imagining two drunken men quarrel and smiled at them. The honor was left for me to take, at my vivid imagination but the smile was taken by everyone around me, as they stared at me with a displeasant face.