Things such as life and love are things quite uncomfortable to me. The dead and the heartless are the ones I tend to find the most welcoming.
When I try to join the living and the loving, I always find myself left alone, feeling lost, hollow and worthless.
I can't stand to lose something, I feel like they will feel the way I feel every time I try to feel love.
You may say that objects do not have feelings, but are we and objects not one and the same? Why else would we so often confuse objects for people and people for objects?
I live, and I love, and am lost, but in death, I can find my final destination, and for eternity no longer suffer the pains and sorrows of life, no longer trapped by the manacles my heart has locked onto me.
In death, there is a love that simply cannot be found in life. In death, there is eternity, and in death, there is freedom.
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An introduction to my mind
PoetryI just feel like writing something right now A weird collection of thoughts and ideas I have whenever I'm alone. My thoughts and ideas are surprisingly difficult to put into words, so I apologize if the writing is a bit weak.
