(he who was born) a king never loses his majesty
a day can go "perfectly" like still water with no interruption.
and by the end of it, I'll still want to die.
at this point it isn't even a matter of something going wrong. but all that went wrong before.
and so pitifully little to "stay" for.
(is it worth it to live to keep the candles burning on the altar for the dead and the damned.)
those who listen don't understand, and those who understand don't speak.
but... is it enough to live without "hope" after mine has been crushed to diamond dust, or suffocated out of me like a boa constrictor.
where I just can't play pretend I don't care about them.
and I don't know if it's enough to. give up. live quietly. with my work, in my dream, out of luck.
I'm so sad today.
is living really truthful if it's just by inertia?
is it so wrong to want to be understood as human.