which was the illusion? the love I felt or the indifference i feel now?
not sure which one to wish for.
such tragedy in both
this indifference is just protection.
what kind of way is that to live?
my ignorance is so terrifying but incredibly blissful at the same time
however, there is a bigger tragedy.
the uninspired artist who inspires no one
i believe there in lies the real reason for my tears
not because I'm broken
but because no real beauty has come of it
at least none I've seen
still, I let the tears dry up
because I know it's coming
it has to
or else
why live?
