May 13, 2013
I can’ believe how bad it feels, knowing that there is no
hope, that in a year of whispers, sighs, only emptiness comes at its end, not
now, not yet, but soon, when she decides
she can no longer stand the rising and falling, when she assumes that nothingness
is preferable to pain, coming fully to believe good and bad are just words,
what is left to live for? The only Rolling Stones song about sinners being
saints, and since I am neither, I wonder what side of the scale of life I wind
up on in her eyes, someone who is a mixture of both, struggling to weigh in on
good she doesn’t believe exists, and in a world where nothing matters, where right
and wrong, fair and unfair are just words, what is left to live for? We float
in a limbo of emptiness, looking for meaning when everything that would mean
anything are merely words.
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