Daxter_87
If my name is crossed out, hopefully I'm dead.
- May 28, 2023
- 400
Personally, nothing in life comforts me, for even the joys, fleeting and fragile, can be toppled like a house of cards by a sufficiently violent gust of pain. Therefore, I am aware that, when all is considered, only nothingness will bring me lasting redemption.
In truth, nothing in existence is of much comfort to me; all I know is that I am deeply tired and alone. It is said that the eyes are the reflection of the soul, but I rather think that they are the reflection of misery. At least mine, empty and sad as those of a broken toy, betray my weariness and my apathy and my sorrow and my grief and my hatred and my remorse, and not a trace of vitality is to be seen in them.
There is nothing left, then, but to wait for the blessed day when I shall be free from the life sentence to which I have been unjustly condemned - to live. And, in the meantime, I suppose I shall devote myself to what I have hitherto done, which is but to lead the life of an insignificant ghost whose cries of anguish are drowned out by the din of the world.
In truth, nothing in existence is of much comfort to me; all I know is that I am deeply tired and alone. It is said that the eyes are the reflection of the soul, but I rather think that they are the reflection of misery. At least mine, empty and sad as those of a broken toy, betray my weariness and my apathy and my sorrow and my grief and my hatred and my remorse, and not a trace of vitality is to be seen in them.
There is nothing left, then, but to wait for the blessed day when I shall be free from the life sentence to which I have been unjustly condemned - to live. And, in the meantime, I suppose I shall devote myself to what I have hitherto done, which is but to lead the life of an insignificant ghost whose cries of anguish are drowned out by the din of the world.