Crematoryy
Wandering endlessly
- Feb 12, 2025
- 143
There never was, and there never will be.
Nothing here belongs to me — not even the self that carries my name.
Onward to the unknown, never looking back, for I know that there is nothing of value to lose.
I only hope that one day I may depart from this place — a place I should never have passed through.
All I have learned, all I have lived, served no purpose in the end.
Perhaps the lesson was only to understand that there was never meant to be one.
In this world, love is not a right for all, but an ostentation like any other form of wealth:
scarce for many and abundant for few.
To a world that denied me even the simplest of affections, I return only disdain.
This was never my place, and it never will be.
Nothing here deserves to be either loved or remembered.
I seek only eternal forgetfulness.
I reject this world as it has rejected me.
I was deprived of everything I once desired — I would rather deny reality than live under its absurdity.
If I cannot have companionship why should others?
If the world withholds love from one, then none should ever taste it.
This asymmetry is utterly unforgivable.
Nothing here belongs to me — not even the self that carries my name.
Onward to the unknown, never looking back, for I know that there is nothing of value to lose.
I only hope that one day I may depart from this place — a place I should never have passed through.
All I have learned, all I have lived, served no purpose in the end.
Perhaps the lesson was only to understand that there was never meant to be one.
In this world, love is not a right for all, but an ostentation like any other form of wealth:
scarce for many and abundant for few.
To a world that denied me even the simplest of affections, I return only disdain.
This was never my place, and it never will be.
Nothing here deserves to be either loved or remembered.
I seek only eternal forgetfulness.
I reject this world as it has rejected me.
I was deprived of everything I once desired — I would rather deny reality than live under its absurdity.
If I cannot have companionship why should others?
If the world withholds love from one, then none should ever taste it.
This asymmetry is utterly unforgivable.
