A certain comfort exists in sadness...
when that sadness leads to numbness.
When the sadness finally covers you completely,
like slowly slipping into a warm, deep pool.
You cannot see anything any longer.
You cannot hear anything any longer.
And finally, all fears are trivial.
Sadness deadening your heart to all other forms of pain....
like a protector.
What a sweet release.....
when your mind finally ceases to worry about anything.... anything at all. And all that exists is the deep pool of sorrow, that covers you ...
and cradles you to sleep under a blanket of earth,
and under a lullaby of the sound of a beating heart,
slowly ending its song.
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 9:51 PM UTC
A certain comfort exists in sadness...
when that sadness leads to numbness.
When the sadness finally covers you completely,
like slowly slipping into a warm, deep pool.
You cannot see anything any longer.
You cannot hear anything any longer.
And finally, all fears are trivial.
Sadness deadening your heart to all other forms of pain....
like a protector.
What a sweet release.....
when your mind finally ceases to worry about anything.... anything at all. And all that exists is the deep pool of sorrow, that covers you ...
and cradles you to sleep under a blanket of earth,
and under a lullaby of the sound of a beating heart,
slowly ending its song.
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