There is probably no way to describe the feeling but I do draw a parallel of it to a star-burst causing a black hole where all pleasantness, positivity, and pristineness get sucked in and all that is left behind is fragments of unwanted bitterness scattered about swirling around, reminding you of your destructed self.
The more you think of it the more you get dragged into this quagmire of pitch black, a cesspool of slickness that pulls you in, sucking the life breath out of you. This is not depression, not pain, not hurt. It is the unsurmountable ache in the core of your being that wrenches out of you any hope, any faith, any belief that you take comfort from.
But why does that happen? When love and hate collide, why does the positive and negative not balance out the equation? Why does hate dissolve the love and leave back a distasteful miasma of pith that is unending to surmount.
While you battle the swirl, do try to pace out this quest so that sanity prevails.
The more you think of it the more you get dragged into this quagmire of pitch black, a cesspool of slickness that pulls you in, sucking the life breath out of you. This is not depression, not pain, not hurt. It is the unsurmountable ache in the core of your being that wrenches out of you any hope, any faith, any belief that you take comfort from.
But why does that happen? When love and hate collide, why does the positive and negative not balance out the equation? Why does hate dissolve the love and leave back a distasteful miasma of pith that is unending to surmount.
While you battle the swirl, do try to pace out this quest so that sanity prevails.
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