Sated

Meaningless. Nothing has value, and i love it. I've never been so okay with a vast emptiness. a sweet release from all that has been keeping me down. To stay in that moment, so evaporated in mind, to be gaseous and have such a minuscule physical accountability.

I'm afraid Love has lost itself in my vocabulary. Strayed afar, I'm not sure if it's still insight. I've become melancholy for the vicious acts of debridement of heart and soul.

Motivation has returned. I want to create something beautiful. Do my best in everything. Become the greatest possible person I can be. To be the one that everyone admires. To be looked upon as a man above men. To show such kindness and understanding that I put even the greatest people in my shadow. To be calm in the times where all stand fearful. To achieve such heights that the countless can't perceive.

Fate I do not tempt you, I only show you my courage.

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