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Confusion is the most dominant emotion for me right now. I am stuck in this heartfelt rendition of killing me softly while I feel the sweet pain and ardent pleasure as I cut through the tender flesh to my quivering soul.
Perfection to me is priceless. My perfect self would sit and feel nothing while gently
caressing the scars that have created this momentis nothing.
In nothing is everything. No pain, therefore no pleasure, no heartache, thus no love, No anger so of course no happiness.
But are happiness, love and pleasure such a high price to pay for that sweet nothingness? And furthermore what are, love, pleasure, and happiness but the strangled confusion that has been lovingly enveloped in a mask of pain heartache and loss?
So while you sit in your comforting silence staring out at the starry night sky rubbing away the tear of wonder that has unknowingly escaped at the sight of the ultimate beauty of what you are looking upon and thanking your lucky stars that your happy, healthy and all is well.
Please remember there may be someone not too far away staring at that same sky rubbing away their tears of sorrow, sadness and pain. Cursing those same stars as they have not been quite so lucky and wishing they had the confusion of ardent pleasure and sweet pain instead of killing themselves softly while caressing the quivering flesh that would soon be cut to release their tender soul into that beautiful momentis sweet and ultimately perfect nothing
