EPTApathy. How does one even begin to contemplate the absence of any passion, of any emotional substance. For some reason how does the lack of emotion cause such a stir? Why is it that the gentle breeze snaking through the summer air does not turn a smile on my cheek? How can one stand the look of green filled trees?
Loneliness is the most controlling of all emotions. Why does something so subtle and so easily ignored become stronger each passing day? How does a simple feeling degrade ones psyche so? How does it slowly pull you down and drown you into folds upon folds of obsidian velvet. Slide with me down into a refuge where no one aught to seek.
Tumbling further and further... Until there is nothing left to save. Loneliness is a soothing rot. Let it slowly turn your spirit to sludge. Let in encapsulate your every thought- have it permeate through your entirety, until nothing is left untouched.
And when you think is all said and done- realize that the most powerful of all emotions is undone by a simple smile. Have faith my friends because alone and afraid we are surely to fail. But to befriend one another is our only saving grace.
Who knew that the only thing a person would ever need is another? My friends! Do not go about your lives ignoring those around you- your simple smile, or compliment could highlight a day...
If only you all knew how we all felt... If only. Maybe then, things could get better.
