The precepts of inferno

I'm no longer 20 something, and for the life of me all I can think of is "The Inferno". Every circle of Hell and with it every move makes the pain in my back rival Dante's limbo. Laws on mortality state that my opportunity to see you is coming to a close. In the afterglow of lust, haunted by my own reflection, I am aware of the saddening position I have found for mutual mating, happiness, a sanctum, a spiritual escape, and a reason for a mask.

Childish games we play at the delusions of gluttony.

Are you a supermodel, a politician, a commoner, as insane as I am?

Are you free?

Fourth circle of hell is greed.

And I would sell my works just for you to see my face.

I will use money I collect from the skills I harbor to give you an opportunity to find me.

I'm not going to stop trying to find you, and within a few weeks I should be certified in modern technological approaches to fashion design. Revolutionizing the fashion industry.