RopeShow
Bearer of the mark of the weird
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Since a few years ago, when I realised the nature of my condition and swallowed the black pill, I've become quite good at keeping my feelings at bay, becoming neutral for most of the time. A few weeks ago, they started to come back, feelings of longing, for days brighter than these. They aren't necessarily bad, embracing them feels good, but also bad, like the nectar of the gods, laced with cyanide. Yesterday, an acquaintance of mine did something, something that rekindled in me the worst of longings so far: the longing for affection.
It broke me, enabling a faint glimpse of hope to pierce through me and call me to act upon it, and to the same degree, the darkness replied, with fear and bleakness. It amuses me how the mere touch of a human being can stir such chaos into the heart of another, especially to the emotionally starved.
Is this the horror of the human condition? Is there an escape other than death, the only unalienable right?
I don't know how to deal with this.
It broke me, enabling a faint glimpse of hope to pierce through me and call me to act upon it, and to the same degree, the darkness replied, with fear and bleakness. It amuses me how the mere touch of a human being can stir such chaos into the heart of another, especially to the emotionally starved.
Is this the horror of the human condition? Is there an escape other than death, the only unalienable right?
I don't know how to deal with this.