The proximity to death and life get closer when you lose people

Yet you realize the extremity of value that they both bring.

One is as if they're right there and you can reach them

And the other is chaotic nothingness

Yet they go together- wabi-sabi

 

You never know how truly precious life is

Until death seeps in

It’s pivotal to go through the alexithymia

Because of the quatervois

You have to choose which is more- life or death

 

Do you see what troubles me

Why my blue crystal eyes turn grey when you said the word suicide

I’m a finifugal being

For an ending that already happened

God sent me into a sprezzatura

A cosmogyral solivagant paraprosexia

 

Shut the book

Don’t read the ending

Leave this world and enter the a new

Drapetomania

 

Run through the forest barefooted

The serein sits on your skin, along with the scintilla

That if you run farther and farther away

The truth will fade and smudge and differentiate

Become a lie

Welcome to zemblanity

 

A constant state of dormiveglia

Of nothing close to ataraxia-if anything trapped

Thantophobia is no longer an irrational phenomenon in your world

You have to think about everything in the agathokakological sense

And build yourself as an eccedentesiast

 

The petrichor is overrun by the scent of morosis

And you stand there, succumbing to saudade

 

-grief killed her innocence