Vanished and Magically Resurfaced.

:Before technology interrupted it all, before the Reprise, this is what it was. What the heck.:


and it all boils down to..no.
it will never be nothing.
the very process of evaporation or dissolvment involves destruction.
who are u kidding?
surely not me.
hopeless fool.
boiling idiot.
material shields.
cling onto them.
like they're your everything.
cos they are.
every thread and depth in the shallowest forms, i will protect, i will love, i will pride,
i will.
else, i will have nothing.
other than health, which i want to cherish with every pink or failing breath.
please, please don't fail me now.
else, i will have nothing.
foolish things.
what kinda strings.
so useless, so strong, they set a turmoil a going.
these nothing, they mean nothing.
yet, everything.
that happiness and everything good could be robbed away, torn from my heart, becos of them.
what a laugh.
what a turmoil.
to let dawn, dawn upon u, that u are made up of these very things.
that i shall wail, i shall kick up a fuss, i shall bury my hot crying face into these miserable hands, and feel the angry, bitter, vile of a bile rise and fall and then
you just have to suck it all.
suck them fuckin all.
into an orbit of dispels but doesn't heal.
Till then, let comfort be discomforted with the throbbing unpleasantness that pounds and pounds and pounds and pounds till you tell it to
stop.