i surprise myself, with the depth and acuteness of my feelings.
i guess the longing is buried somewhere deep, but undeniably present.
it's almost depressing, if not for the hope -
the unkillable, unsquashable little ember -
which will never expire til the day my body does.
should it extinguish before rational consciousness-
the hope which keeps us all going, will eventually be the thing that poisons you
worse than longing, worse than anything anyone else can inflict on you.
your own hope, crashing down on you.
*for as long as we shall live*
[its interesting how i changed from first person to speech to second person.... maybe i'm (un)consciously trying to generalise my statement..]
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