this intensifying pain glorifies our very existence which would otherwise disappear in invisible neutrality of taken for granted-ness drowning in a love-less cool-headedness
The windowpane has been clouded by heavy sorrows that I cannot see the joys of spring blooming the red tulips in the garden have been fogged with my gray spot like ***** ​sorrow streaks and molds of my mind have shadowed the purple pansies
Through a small passage of my coal-like burning soul escape the fume-like despair and anguish the shaft of my volcano heart erupts the lava-like pain through a hole the ejecta words the outbursts of my hurts