Recently
I crave to taste the oblivion
Even though I know
The flavour is but bittersweet
“Why do you want to shut out of your life any uneasiness, any misery, any depression, since after all you don't know what work these conditions are doing inside you? Why do you want to persecute yourself with the question of where all this is coming from and where it is going? Since you know, after all, that you are in the midst of transitions and you wished for nothing so much as to change. If there is anything unhealthy in your reactions, just bear in mind that sickness is the means by which an organism frees itself from what is alien; so one must simply help it to be sick, to have its whole sickness and to break out with it, since that is the way it gets better.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
And when at last he comes for me
the purple watchmaker of light
Just to stir up the sky inside my head
Ready I shall be, and bright
The days pierce me like bullets would
The airs and floors all disappear
I look around me again and I will go
I don't know where, forever
There is a light you will miss & you won't know it
There is a pain you must feel & you won't feel it
There is a heart you must distance from & you'll crave it
There is a substance that will own you & you'll obsess over it
There is a moment, a day, a friend, a love, that should be yours
but you'll escape it
There is a freedom in the unknown but you'll never chase it
There is a life inside your soul & you'll never live it
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