Truth 2022
Realization 4_4_22
Many have pondered love, myself more than most. I have seen loves brighter than a newborn star. When this type of love dies, it dies a slow, painful, and completely agonizing death. It is almost as though your very soul is ripped out of existence, lingering in the Tartarus dimension, until you can accept the absence of that which meant everything....until you realize it was but a piece of the puzzle known as you. You spend days, weeks, months.....crying, screaming, wondering why. But you know they were real, at least for a season.
This time is different. Why would one mourn a mirage? Why would one lament the loss of that which is but falsehoods and lies? Loves based on falsehoods and lies are like falling for a Halloween costume. You eventually realize it’s just a costume, and you never knew who was underneath it. These loves are the most tragic. They are born out of quiet desperation. The most tragic part, though, is they die without the slightest whimper. Who would agonize over something that was never there to begin with? Even a fool would know not to shed a tear.
The most tragic loves are the ones that were never real to begin with. They are build stone by stone from deceit.....their cornerstone is meaninglessness. Their cap stone is hollow. And they always come tumbling down.....without one single sound
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