Emotion pierces into the heart when the most catastrophic contradictions are not resolved yet presented next to another.

I don't have hope, but I love everything.

I traded hope for love.

I love myself enough to not believe everything will be okay.

I love myself enough to want to die.

My love for people and things is real: I am certain of it.

I also know this love to be illusory.

Stripped of fat, human life is the painful navigation between these two planes.