nolongerinbetween

I am called black

Posted on: June 5, 2019

Black-Square

that horrible place. black all over. dark. solid dark. where dark doesn’t mean the virtual absence of light. but the sheer substance of blackness. void. non-existence. black emptiness. the excruciating pain of extinction. falling down that black rabbit hole to nothingness. nothingness, the place you go when you understand you are not loved. the place you go when you learn that the skies are void of gods. how do you move from that place? how do you get past the unspeakable truth of becoming obsolete? how do you come back from that?

you don’t.

 

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literatura e efortul inepuizabil de a transforma viaţa în ceva real

The priest: Aren't you afraid of hell? J. Kerouac: No, no. I'm more concerned with heaven.

literatura e efortul inepuizabil de a transforma viaţa în ceva real

The priest: Aren't you afraid of hell? J. Kerouac: No, no. I'm more concerned with heaven.

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