I feel oblivion scratching at the edges of my happiness…

I feel pointlessness washing away my motivation…

Absurdity makes everything laughable, mundane…

Mortality isn’t a far-off rumor anymore,

And its narrowing proximity is a black hole sucking at my hope…

So what’s my shield against the darkness?

What’s my flame in the depths of this night?

It’s the why.

My why is the color of your eyes in stormlight

                the family we’ve built together

                the laughter sprung from our shared mischief

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