Dull.That's one way to describe my life.
Where is that spark,
That excitement that separated "living"
and just "existing."
"You cannot be disappointing if you do not have expectations."
It's a sad way to live actually.
But sometimes, it's better this way.
No one can let you down or hurt you.
You are a diamond sculpture,
Unfazed by any words or actions,
Beautiful in your resolve, in your sadness.
Not moving, not changing,
You exist...but you do not live.
You are, and that is all.
I am afraid to live,
And so I exist.
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"Is a brighter discontent the best that I can hope to find?"
