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All there is
How can one find the light when one has never known it? I gaze on serenely, never revealing that I listen to their pitiful conversations, meaningless words of happiness. They talk about friendships, loves, hates and enemies. They say there is a way to find the light.
But there is no light. It is a mere illusion of the darkness that closes in, weaving its cage of lies and despair. I throw my head back and laugh. Fools! How naïve they are, believing there is happiness and love. Delusions of the dark. Love the dark or fear it. But never can you escape – it is all there is.
Whilst they see a candle lighting the way, I see a cruel trap. Darkness is all there is. Embrace it, or die foolishly. Only innocents still trust the light. But there is nothing else.
But how could they know? Know that in their superficial lives, filled with shallow laughter, death hovers near, waiting to strike? I wait impatiently, though my eyes reveal nothing, for the day they finally see. See the darkness. For it is all there is.
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