Welcome to Planet Alexithymia little extraterritorial, where it's inhabitants do not possess the ability to understand, process, or describe emotions.
Love is a scarce commodity and thoughts of money override any sign of human consciousness. We bleed coins and feast on greed.
Lurking in the deepest abyss of our eyes is darkness, transmogrification of the entire human race now theft is no longer enough we have to take a human life in the process. Respect turned to fear and love turned to exploitation.
She wanderers this desolate world searching for that one individual worthy of love... flee little beautiful extraterritorial, this world will capture and swallow you whole, stripping you of your ability to feel any sense of emotion.
You will become just like us the inhabitants of Alexithymia for we know no love, all we know is suffering. All we know is how to reciprocate pain. Love is just a figment of our imagination now...
Welcome to Planet Alexithymia little extraterritorial.
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Planet Alexythemia
PoetryImagine a world that has run out of emotion. how would you survive? an extraterrestrial tries to.
