when would we ever know?

when we would ever know to stop loving, to stop hurting, to stop feeling, to stop feeding ourselves informations that would eventually eat us whole. humans are so much like moth, attracted to the danger and burn ourselves while at it.

such a painfully beautiful way to die, or self-destruct.

we would never know when to stop loving, for our love are overflowing, the bliss of being able to give keeps us alive.

we would never know when to stop hurting, for we test to see when we would break, how much we could hurt till it eventually meant nothing.

we would never know when to stop feeling, our main core of emotions, to feel to feel alive, but sometimes feeling alive makes you want to be dead instead.

we would never know when to stop feeding ourselves informations that would eventually eat us whole. why are we so self-destructive? because knowing means feeling, it means pain, it means being alive. so, so alive.

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i don't know how to stop that from happening, there's too much at stake. a very good friend, my mental stability. some times, i do wonder why didn't i try, but just the thought was more that enough to make me shiver. it's too deep to see pass as that. maybe feelings are there, but if they are, i want them to be buried forever,

and he is like the moth, i'm the lamp. im no good for him, but he can't be helped to stay away from me, and destructive he goes.

what a pitiful moth.