Nutshell-Nietzsche

Apathy indulges the darkness of your soul; quench it without me by your side.
Refrain from including me in your madness; I want for it no more.
Tedium without relief; your blunder made mine ever denied.
Your silence overwhelms; the memory of your laugh a vacant echo.
Ennui!

Wake from this slumber
Disentangle your essence
Lest you shrivel
And feed the pyre evermore
Choler!

Distance in your smile; rime in your embrace
Bleeding remembrance; Seeping down the vine
Weeping endlessly into empty cups
Reprieve!

Sweet, sweet lunacy
Passion
Wonderment
Nutshell-Nietzsche
“Love is not consolation. It is light.”