He lived in a world of no.
No feeling.
When a dam breaks, its contents floods.
But when the sun never sets,
The flames never cease.
And when the flames never cease,
The heat is everlasting.
And so, the water is gone.
No water.
No green.
Nothing.
Because after the flood,
There is nothing.
He lived.
And that was all.
Sometimes people look at themselves with such hatred that they burst into flame. When they've burned to ashes their spirit breathes life into the embers from which they arise as a new creation, free of the chains that they'd bound themselves by, free of the lies they'd wrapped their aching hearts in. When nothing's obscuring them they shine a light so others can look at themselves & the masquerade they call life. And if they have any vision left, they burn. I burned.
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