Love. It was the missing element.

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Love. It was the missing element.

An abstract poem. a rejection. I pick the most promising themes. No ready-made novel, no dense story. Cut off in a self-induced vacuum I could be myself.

Nothing is more painful to the human mind than the feeling which follow love seized away. No one could love more than I love.

He'd almost given up on love. Years of fantasizing came to a thousand lonely nights. Time was running out.

The worthless truth about the world is that God is the meaning of life instead of other human beings.

You are an empty shell without values.

Reason is sleeping, deeply dreaming in fantasies. Unspoken pictures in the mind are true as everyone secretly believes in what haunts the mind.

She stood there, together in the midnight darkness with her lover. They swayed and stumbled forward over the edge locked in death's embrace.

Nature did remove my grief, and tranquilized my mind. The woods and clouds bade me peace. I resolve to remember the effect, the sublime ecstasy to the soul, the light and joy of nature.

I sit here, drowning in self hate and the blank hell of my primitive consciousness, it seems too late. I can see only the filth of my life. Reality is what I make it. Can I ever honestly accept how I rationalize my life?
