What happens when an egg does not hatch?
It shakes and quakes, but its power can't match.
What happens when the shell does not break?
The child cries and weeps, of the worlds it cannot make.

Good evening,

This is a love letter to ye faithless.
This is a confession letter to ye hopeless.

I often do wonder if we live in this era.
If we are, if we are not, etc.
I feel as though blinded by fears,
I feel as though deafened by gears.
All the while the world moves forward,
Leaving me in the dust, left to wonder.

There is not a day that pass without the simplest desires,
That existence has too much that it requires.
Day by day I confess through languages,
Night by night I fall again into madness.

"Who am I?" I asked.
And nobody responded.

"Why am I?" I asked.
For nobody responded.

"Where am I?" I asked.
Yet nobody responded.

"What am I?" I asked.
But nobody responded.

The burden that comes naturally with existence itself,
Oh, I wish to just leave it behind, my self.
Buried somewhere in this earth,
And for everyone to just forget I was there,
at all.

To cry into the abyss, and for no response to come.
Driven mad by one's own mind, painless and numb.
Die, and fall, and into obscurity we drop, what a ***.
Not even trumpets or choirs or even a drum.

Just gone, gone, and ever gone.

But this is a love letter to ye faithless.
A confession letter to ye hopeless.
Negativity would ultimately be pointless.
So,

Roar on, and laugh on, and sing on evermore.
"Then we'll be happy." But we are already.

Cry on, and weep on, and mourn on evermore.
"But it's oh so ******." But please remain steady-

On this path we tread, not knowing the end.
In this world we live, unsure when to leave.
But the clock is ticking and never ending.
So don't wait in drowning and stop the sinking.

This is a love letter to ye faithless.
And a confession letter to ye hopeless.
My words may very well be endless.
So,

Good evening,

Be well.

Best regards,
Noire

They say eyes are like
windows to the heart.
But yours are ever blind,
And mine are ever lost.

There is a certain element to life which words cannot capture.
Or maybe I'm just not good enough.
But that feeling when,

You sit on the car,
As it rains outside
Engine whirring on
Showing in moonlight
The other cars honk for no reason
And you can see their unreasonable face
It is a different face, but it is a human face.
And you pause for a moment.

For a moment,
Shorter than now,
Longer than eternity,
The world stood still.
You cannot move your eyes,
You cannot feel your hands,
You forget how to think,
You remember that you exist, here and now.

And then it resumes,
The engine whirs on
The rain falls flat
The moon blissfully pale
That man still screams
Their car still moves
They are still unreasonable
They are still human

And the world moves on as if it hasn't just specifically ******* up all the existential bravery you mustered up over the past 2 weeks.
And you move on, too, as if nothing of note happened.
Until the comfort of the bed breaks down what remains of your fortifications,
As tears stream down uncontrollably.

Then the night pass, the sun rises again, and the world moves on as if nothing happened.

Osmanthus blooms surround my crown,
Chrysanthemum make up my eyes.
In love we meet,
In dread we decease.
There is not a day that pass by without a resurgence of your face,
Not a night that crawl by without that horrible sense of dread.
But you are gone now, forever gone,
And the petals travel far across waves of sea.

To meet you one more time.

See, I didn't realize I had fonts available to me.
Like this, this, or this?
ah
No idea why nobody told me.
I thought we're civilized men and women.
Oh well, off I go now.
Boldly shouting into the abyss once more.