Whats the cause of our catharsis?
It seems that art is the best companion to cover my own emotional losses
Behold the beacon.
The majority of its time is spent within various domains of love
and its consequential blissful unrest
but every night it returns to try and solve for an empty set
{no love}
They say the greatest gift is given when the ultimate gift is receiving
However it is the ultimate tragedy that kindness is the gift that keeps giving... back regret.
Its in my nature.
The nature of which
Causes me to wonder when it is this mysterious time will give rise to something greater
When the future will look back at this crater-riddled terrain and say:
This suffering may have been cruel but its effects were clearly self-created
Do you think I'm being pessimistic?
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