A Soliloquy (I)
A Soliloquy (I)
The empty world.
An everlasting regret it is, that a person sees both ugliness and beauty in equal proportions but chooses to dwell on the former. The obsession with imperfection is morbid and painful. My mental faculties are constantly reminding me of the hideous characteristics of human nature…and how they manifest in my family, my friends, my enemies, my brothers, my lovers and much more so in myself. And I am so heart-broken with these shortcomings that I fail to recall any more goodness and purity each and every human being is endowed with. Slowly, very slowly, salvation slips away…and the mind degenerates further and further away from the mainstream of the world around me. And I think to myself…What an empty world…what an empty world.
The empty world.
An everlasting regret it is, that a person sees both ugliness and beauty in equal proportions but chooses to dwell on the former. The obsession with imperfection is morbid and painful. My mental faculties are constantly reminding me of the hideous characteristics of human nature…and how they manifest in my family, my friends, my enemies, my brothers, my lovers and much more so in myself. And I am so heart-broken with these shortcomings that I fail to recall any more goodness and purity each and every human being is endowed with. Slowly, very slowly, salvation slips away…and the mind degenerates further and further away from the mainstream of the world around me. And I think to myself…What an empty world…what an empty world.
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