white flames lit the path out there in that dark desert, leading me to the ghost of the child I used to be, wailing at me and cursing me with the agony of the unattended wounds he wore for the world to see

'why did you carry them, you heathen, all the way back to this place, where we died long ago'

This place has been a conduit for the Dark.

the most potent power you share with those of God is the power to love

you exist on the most crude level of being, you can never be pure within the layers of it's corruption and decay

you will never hear the words of God for you lack the ears to hear his voice

everything was a signal, all of it

song is the oldest and most pure form of the communication of meaning

where i find sacred dissonance i will hear the voice of the void

little sacrifices, made out of our own devices

thus arrives the conclusion

unorthodox narratives of suffering

I am merely a vessel for a consciousness that cannot recognize itself.

Raise a dark sun over a starless horizon. Paint it all over in red til the blood of the sinners sets in the lines of the crimson sky.

I aim to give myself up into the blaze of a black star.

So many people are caught up in dramas that have nothing to do what they think it does. Fighting battles that don't even achieve what they believe, never mind if they even realize whether the battle is worth fighting or not.

To restore one's own innocence, one may merely forget the darkest truths we have come to know. This is, perhaps, the universal will's way of forgiving us while we still exist.

Never allow yourself to become an enemy of the innocent.

what if I don't wanna win? what if I don't want to sacrifice what it takes to?

I like making people feel good, i know that for a fact. and for whatever reason it's a whole lot better when they hurt me too

you have permission to exist while the heart still beats

I end up missing the people who abuse me the most.

is it more noble to worship mercy than cruelty?

I have no desire to be some divine truth seeker, I just want to be loved

there's nothing good to see here

personal nihilism is based on a foundational desire to confront self delusions, which is compelling to those who experience trauma in the context of failure to self regulate

I desire to be cruel to myself. It feels nice.

the perception that life has inherent meaning is dangerously close to the experience of psychosis

whether it is said or shown, the message must be communicated

sympathy without action is incompetent, action without sympathy is ambivalence, both together is healing

if you were alone in the whole universe you would never have peace, because the potentiality is gone, it would merely place you at war with yourself, this is why there must be separation between the experiences of living things, so they can act in accordance to their nature, which is love