i don’t… i can’t… ingest ( ! ) the fact that both joy and sorrow exist at the same time. so closely together. their proximity is unbearable.
why does the sorrow emit twice the power as dear sweet joy? how does joy sustain? how does joy combat this?
no, no, joy is bliss (ignorance is bliss, bliss is joy, ergo, joy is ignorance)… sorrow is the hostage. sorrow must go unnoticed in the center of chaos. it must survive quietly so as not to attract attention. but when it is seen (if it is seen), it envelops. (STOP). blurred silence. (STOP). the joy ( ! ), how it continues ( ! ), how it goes on ( . . . ! . . . )
what do you say to a conquered heart?
this world makes no sense… to have lost… to have to lose… where do they go? where… do… they… go..? how can they laugh when one is now alone?
irremediably alone, insatiably alone.
and-where-do-they-go?
dearest earth, darkest place, don’t share your grief, don’t show your face.
where does life go?
where does life go? ( ! )
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