At a recent family reunion I finally felt like I did not feel for a long time... I felt, carefree. Embracing that emotion made the world seem so much more bearable. Even if the terrible truth lurked around the dark corners of my mind I did not feel overwhelmed by it. Human misery was always meant to be a shared burden; it was never destined to be experienced alone. This just made coming back to my cold and filthy apartment ever so harder. I understand now, how the regular folks manage to deal with the hardship of being human. They have a connection we lack. It impairs their judgement of life. Their world view is abstracted away by a cloud of copes.
I wish I could live my life like that instead of being tortured endlessly by the same questions and thoughts that I'll never known the answer to.
I wish I could live my life like that instead of being tortured endlessly by the same questions and thoughts that I'll never known the answer to.
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