I am a patch of darkness on a sunny day. A shadow pausing and posing at high noon. A candle snuffed out in a room full of candles. A light bulb missing on a string of lights. I am defined by what I am not. And I am not cheerful or hopeful or full of the milk of human kindness.
Look at my mirror and see yourself. Hear my breathing and gasp for breathe. Smell the scent of my death in the air. Note the transient nature of my philosophy. Blink and I am gone. Blink and you are me. Blink and you’ve become. A patch of darkness on a sunny day.
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