Overthinking

Oblivious or ignorant. Hard to say.

You are given an honor when you are ignored. This is when you are noticed most. To successfully ignore you have to stalk the ignored. Figure where not to go, what not to do.

And do I even want to establish which? Truth doesn't have to settle. It forces itself in and asks nothing. People do with it what they will.

In the end blame won't matter. It solves nothing, completes nothing.

Good and evil? I've explored both spectrums of myself indefinitely. She is darkening. Anyone can see that from far away. I say this neutrally having fully explored my own darkness.

The difference is between my dark and her dark is, my blackest thoughts abolish human concepts and emotions. They mock them. It absorbs all but one feeling the adoration of nothingness, infinite night. Embraces destruction and weakness. And a strange indulgence when something is admitted into obilivion, shredded, discarded. Very focused on carnage of all palpable structure like an anarchy of the heart. I could so easily be mentally celibate had I not taken the choice to feel and actually allow larger emotions. I could rid myself of the need for positive emotion, or the abstract want/need for love (in it's variety of forms as it's definition is so large). I've done it once. Somehow a strip of compassion even lived through that. This was a different skin, and a different time, but definitely one that has formed me.

Hers is focused more on emotions to their fullest.

We take turns I guess.

It's a little different to see someone who was years back my example and life line out of that emptiness, the only one who would see closely enough to even begin to listen.

Thats the little thing that tugs at me.