Monday, June 2, 2014

waves upon waves


of sadness... to keep hoping where there is no hope, no words, no communication. to keep loving when all this love has done to me is to ravage my soul to the point of white-hot delirium where nothing remains but a bloodless agony. everything bled out. what remains is the flowering bruises of incredulity, uncertainty, nothingness, most of all. my white-hot obsession, pure delirium, undying. waves upon waves of agony... why am i here, stuck, tongue-tied, disabled, rooted in my endless whys, hows, how-comes. i scoff "meaningless", but it is not...

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