self-destruction masks itself as liberation (a list of false equivalences)

i like this song because the strings strike deep. i like this cottage because it hurts to be a lonely strange fellow. i like this chill because it hurts to feel alive. i like to accept all the melancholy that i can mourn in myself because i exist beautifully only then. i like this soft current because i ache for nothing more. i like this disturbance in my heart and dying in shallow waters with the obtuse curve of a smile. i enjoy the release from my tether and i float unconscious, but my memory will find safety in the galaxy’s apathetic and (un)changed gaze