a breath and then truth

beautiful desolation with a craving for acceptance. i am that hope you fathomed. i am also that which you unknowingly shun. empty tolerance impeding the blackness you so lovingly call care. i am what you want. i am what you need. but those thoughts are tainted. they're tainted with the hope of happiness. you see, no one can find solace in fallen things. lesser yet, emptiness within emptiness. so swallow that need. swallow it until you're full of nothing. maybe then will you see the error of our ways.