Amor est Vitae Essentia
That feeling of utter despair isn't an unfamiliar one to me; far from, and I'm fully aware that I'm not alone in that scope. That penetrating, piercing sensation that seems to fill up every inch of your body and yet ceasing to satisfy that seemingly permanent void in your centre. That omnipresent fear of dying at your own hand, and that lack of fear of dying at anything else's.That undeniable urge to destroy once and for all the source of those lingering, unmerciful thoughts that taunt you day by day. That never ending shame of everything that you once were, are, and always will be. That overwhelming loneliness in an endless, encircling race of time, accompanied by ignorant people and an imaginary god to compensate for that very loneliness and ignorance. Oh, how could one wish to belong in such a world of prolonged malady, surviving off of only mere glimpses of bliss?
And yet, I offer that regardless of living under these intensified circumstances in such a pessimistic mind I am incapable of escaping, love cannot be underestimated, even by myself. Love is what binds me. Love's potency is equivalent to that of misery's. Nevertheless, that misery is surpassed by that love. Love predominates all affliction. Love needs not tangibility to claim its reality. Love is the reason by which we persevere, the reason by which we animate. Love is the essence of existence, the very essence of life.
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