The seventh despair

[annihilating_me]

Despair remembers.

It is a peculiar,flat memery,
in which things become and bounded by the dark.

Endless despair...........

There is joy in there
of course
and love,
and touching.
The presence that makes the presentabsence unbearable.

Without triumph.
without love,
without joy,
her work wound be nothing....
~Anonymous~