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[shinigamijuliet]

*carefully screened, anonymous to all but the very best hackers, very late at night.*

"Nothing in his life/Became him like the leaving it. He died/As one who had been studied in his death/Throwing away the dearest thing he own'd/As 'twere a careless trifle."

How do you block out the inevitable fractures?

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[sadisticsong]

Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat
Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast
Drowning love's lonely hour in deep twilight of rest

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[esoteric_rose]

And yet rest means little to thoughts that weigh down, barring the door to dreams and a reprieve.

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[sadisticsong]

Then the dreamer should sleep a little deeper, and delve into the heart of the issues. Can the dreamer survive, while the issues remain?

Without rest, we soon become nothing more than lunatics.

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[esoteric_rose]

No. To maintain their balance, sanity is near lost. First hope was false, second hope is blooming, and sanity stays by that. Though how are we certain we're not mad already?

You make a good point, though.

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[sadisticsong]

Madness is in the eye of the beholder. One man's murderer is another man's savior. It has always been this way.

You should act.

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[esoteric_rose]

Madness can be beauty. And by extension, a form of genius. Or higher.

I have thought about doing so.

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[sadisticsong]

Such beautiful words.

[esoteric_rose]

I take no credit, though. They are slightly altered from Mr. Wilde.

[sadisticsong]

I do not alter at all.

Why would someone with such beautiful thoughts be so lost?

[esoteric_rose]

I regret when I have to.

The thoughts themselves are what I am lost in. There is no answer, except in music and the words of others.

[sadisticsong]

When my mind races, I find solace in music, as well.

[esoteric_rose]

What is the best to ease your mind?

[sadisticsong]

Turandot.

[esoteric_rose]

I wonder how it was supposed to end.

[sadisticsong]

Tragically, I'm sure.

It's an opera, after all.

[esoteric_rose]

So her aria is a lie. Figures.