the root cause of insanity, i begin to sift it
from you and her and the last one to say he suffers
from the meaninglessness of his indescribable quest for the
justification of existence after two suicide attempts
i look at the mirror of their eyes and i think, i must not be be mistaken,
it is this self-centered being
this inability to see the other as the most important other
this selfishness that like termites keep on
eating the fiber
until everything becomes nothing but a hollow
space of bad air
there is a need to see how a flower opens its petals to meet the rays of
the morning sun and say
hello.
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