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Quite a silly thing indeed.
I enjoy people. There is a lot to be seen and learned, and people are the bulk of the exuberant misery. Crowds swarm when I am alone, and my blood rushes, making me feel so alive. Excuse the cliche, but it is true. Yet, among the living, among those most relevant to me, I meet only the greatest loneliness. I am silenced and restrained from my crowds. Reality is a bloated corpse. I feel so heavy and disgusting.
ai, me
Perhaps it is not joy nor sorrow we must seek, but just a bit of grace.
ai, again
Up is down to down and down is up to up. I get confused. I can't distinguish the crowds, really. Wild gesticulations of an ant may trigger natural disasters, but they will not allow for communication with humanity. Try as you might, little one. If contact were to be made, all poetry would cease. Good or bad, who knows?
I enjoy people. There is a lot to be seen and learned, and people are the bulk of the exuberant misery. Crowds swarm when I am alone, and my blood rushes, making me feel so alive. Excuse the cliche, but it is true. Yet, among the living, among those most relevant to me, I meet only the greatest loneliness. I am silenced and restrained from my crowds. Reality is a bloated corpse. I feel so heavy and disgusting.
ai, me
Perhaps it is not joy nor sorrow we must seek, but just a bit of grace.
ai, again
Up is down to down and down is up to up. I get confused. I can't distinguish the crowds, really. Wild gesticulations of an ant may trigger natural disasters, but they will not allow for communication with humanity. Try as you might, little one. If contact were to be made, all poetry would cease. Good or bad, who knows?