Nothing
do the dead envy the living?
how could they?
their struggle is over
no more pain
no more want
no more... anything
nothing at all.
imagine that,
imagine nothing at all.
is there anything more beautiful than that?
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
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