The rekindling of old flames; the reunion of neglected loves -
It is antithetical to me, how Apathy and Loneliness can exist in the presence of the other.
Their struggle for dominance is tumultuous and yet systematic, in a twisted sort of way.
The final push, and following through remains an abstract and incomprehensible concept.
I wish for inky blackness, and the cold comfort of peace - in its truest, most purest form, laid bare, because there will be no consequences; no worries of an after.
Insomnia is unproductive, lending itself to the frenzy of thoughts; catalyzing already speedy descents.
Peace.
Grant me peace.
Come sit with me a while.
With no need for words,
And a silence that comforts more than anything else,
Come sit with me a while.
I am glad for Apathy -
For the way she has eaten into my bones, insulating me from Loneliness who hovers just above - always waiting.
That is not to say Loneliness has completely lost her hold over me, no, but Apathy has indeed tempered her presence significantly.
I am glad for Apathy -
For allowing me to don facades that have, effectively, freed us all.
I will move on. I am moving on. It might just take a while.
And I am glad for Apathy -
For being a shield against blunt and thoughtless comments thrown in my face,
For mitigating everything associated with being taken for granted,
For soothing what would have otherwise been crippling aches from being forgotten,
And for not forsaking me, despite not loving me.
I am glad for Apathy -
For I have been wrung dry.
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