I lost myself, and with that came the loss of that vital vein of love. Out of signal. Out of touch. The very world which repulses me has engulfed me into its corpse. I am the maggot of the dead. I am the dead of the living. I am the living of the dead. Buried into an abysmal pit of darkness. The epitome of ignorance. “Busy” I said. “Consumed”. “Worried”. “Depressed”…. Nonsense. Futile pities. Vain frills. Disguised necessities. Worry not for what is today, but for what is tomorrow.
To think I am someone is to mean I am nobody. For everyone is somebody. Conceited mediocrities. Hallucination en masse. Propagandist reality. Sequential rotations of self inflicted dizziness. Rings of sameness yet in different shades of history. And? And? Nothing! Nothing.
Except for you. You transcend that which my senses convey as reality. Omnipotence lies with you. You alone, and no one but you. How could I have missed this? How could I have allowed myself to be swallowed?
Forgive me.
Forgive me.
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