Love. Humanity’s greatest downfall. Harboring possessiveness within, it sinks into the mire of habit. Making no difference at all, it flows down the waterfall of intoxication, creating the proof of existence and inspiring boundless trust.
Happy marriages. An extinguished candle. Selves clinging to an unclaimed life…
Love. The greatest enemy. The smell of spoiled cheese, and the pleasure derived from that stench. Selves shrinking ever smaller… An egg dropping to the floor. Inside, a dead chick that yearned to live. That is all love is. Lived merely for the sake of possession, and denied as if to deceive death itself.
Must one always remain a child? Or simply deceive oneself?
Foolish Romeo and pitiful Juliet. You taught us to perish from our own blindness, to murder the self for the sake of possessing. You taught us to spill the rice in our hands to the ground, grain by grain, the turning of the wheels, and the meaninglessness in the ticking of a clock.
Foolish me and pitiful you. Dragged along inside a circle…
soli 
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