Words, images, and people are rushing in my head, yet none is affecting me.
I'm typing.. my fingers' speed racing against my own blood flow, yet my heart is empty and my mind feels heavy.

There's a large black hole in my brain, and silence echoes inside my skull..

There's a God in my life, one which i don't recognize anymore.. and for an instant, I couldn't recognize myself anymore.

But through the deepest form of love which I long to offer, the illusion of a man is born again,
as my desire for you to grow slowly dies.. beneath the tears of my searing smile.

My man, my love, my illusion..
The thought of you made me see that the chaos and the void are not enemies, for they were born from each other, and I was born from them.

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This second part is dedicated to an amazing deviant.
His words inspire the deepest parts of me.
He has deleted all his work and is uploading new stuff all over again, but even the simplest journal entry he writes is a very passionate work of art.
.. the best poet on D.A.

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Hope u've been good my friends!