It is amazing how numb I have become
I am awestruck at how happy I can be, as well
When you don't have to worry about loss
Even for a second, when no thought turns there
Maybe loss makes you stronger,
and maybe peace, love, and happiness are the hardest things to find,
Just a smile might take a lifetime to discover,
A search for one true love may never be found.
So we find contentment in other things,
Items that disappear in the end,
The infinite details being too difficult to inquire about,
Would anyone care to throw it all away for something immeasurable,
Something boundless and yet, so beautifully obligatory,
It quite possibly could be something non-existent,
A technicality that one could spend a lifetime on a picaresque venture searching for it.
It makes me cry.
It makes me weep in monumental heaves.
I don't cry.
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