Life is a distraction from nothingness, ripples on the surface of stagnant time. Every stone that a heart turns into will sink in it amid a graveyard of concentric circles, which will disappear before my tears dry on your lips. The colours decompose; your memories whisper anxiously; the mirror shows a million fragments of your grief. Life is a hell I have invented and filled with you, but humanity has sneaked in. A face behind every window, death behind every pair of eyes, and behind death, God is digesting our dreams. Will you exist for just one second? Ellis
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