Your whole being full of love.
You dive into a sea of colors,
absorbed in pure oblivion,
regardless of what will follow.

In a state of oblivious love
the mind leaves the body.
The body turns into a simple tool,
which the colorful oblivion embodies.

Oblivious love is self-sufficient.
It floats in its own function.
It needs not any logic.
It knows not realistic assumptions.

Where does it go when it disappears?
It opens vast and cruel space
where emptiness takes over.
Emptiness is a dark and scary place.

Emptiness is full of colorless ideas.
There’s no air in emptiness to breathe.
Emptiness is cold and heavy,
making feelings cease to exist.

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