Romantic Torment

There are times when locked in deep thought that I wonder why bother:
why bother with working, growing, learning, aging…living?
Anything and everything – why any of it? What’s the point? It is all disassembled in the end.
Everything done is undone, and even dust is reduced into particle nothingness.

But, then I look around.
I look outside my window right now, and the beauty of night renders me speechless
….and I am reminded that its all worth it in the end.
Even if to taste this bitter sweet moment for a little while.
It’s something, and I’ll hold onto it as long as i can,
and embellish senses as deep as I’m able;
hopefully ending up intoxicated off the splendors i might uncover in this life,
and curing any notion of boredom I previously may have had.

Goodnight.

Eternally,
Romantic Torment
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