... Kiss the misery of your existence on the lips. Phosphorescent love & an atmospheric dance with darkness; sing to stars & to moons & to dreams...
One of the saddest feelings in the world arises from the search for meaning in the inevitably meaningless... When you find yourself having somehow adopted empty people's empty life structures; when you glorify & idealize & costume meaningless, cheap masquerades..
... & all the disguises fall apart.
(... untie this noose of glorifications, fastened by weakness... be free to float through the jaws of vacancy... trapped in an endless starched hallway of life, death, & the overpopulated inbetween...)
Hope... or the hope of hope. Perhaps that's all it's about. The hope of love is the greatest hope. All hope fuels our soul; keeps us alive. Hopes & dreams... the derivation of all our strength. It's what sends us into motion. Hopes & dreams, hopes & dreams... the fundamental unit of life that slips through our fingers as we are too busy searching for it; that is drained out of our eyes, all staring at the wrong stars.
... You can form everything out of words, you know... the truth & every lie imaginable, all built with the same 26 bland silly stick shapes deemed "letters". It's a tragedy; it's a comedy; it's nothing, perhaps.
Maybe that's the source of such fear... trembling over "what is true?" & "what is real?" . Let's pick & choose. Let's build it ourselves. Whocareswhocareswhocares? It's just the world. It's only life. Let's brace ourselves. Let's live again. Lets grab hold of these days sliding by us.
"For God's sake, put the knife away. You aren't likely to find love that way..."
"The formula 'two and two make five' is not without its attractions" -- Dostoyevsky
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