How blessed are we, when we disappear, diluting ourselves in the tiny morning dew droplets and in the rushy rivers, dissolving ourselves into the clouds, the misty, the overall air? 

It's us still, but no us anymore, like we never came from nowhere, no ancestors, no present self, no rememberance, just sprawling entangled into the moment.

It's "how to disappear completely?" and you did it.

In darkness we see/a

 It is in darkness that I see us better:

our faces cutout by the light 

showing our division

Our dive into the depths 

"you try your best

but your best ain't good enough 

You say your prayers 

but you always mess them up

and late at night you cry

you mourn the life"

Elvis, the pelvis

 you're the devil in disguise, oh yes you are, you're the devil in disguise, hmm hmm hmm hmm

(and the worse is that I like it 🤦🏽😐)

 The worst thing is that he excluded me from his iTunes playlists. 

I think you might be my blue parts (of the puzzle).

in Man Up

 There's strength in numbers and richness in diversity. Wake up before it's too late, you eugenic psychopathic frightened assholes.

 Did I ever "make your scroll stop"

Did I ever make you focus

Did I ever make you notice 

Did I ever feed your heart 

I guess not that much 

Or you wouldn't leave me in the dark 

To love and to lose

 I loved him in a way that I've destroyed everything in me; how that's possible, I don't even know, I guess that's like the love of a mother for a child, isn't it? 

I've been facing losses for so many years now and since having lost the people I loved I'm just a zombie existing on. 

There's nothing else that is real and that can truly nurture one's heart like love, and once people that you love the most are gone for good, there's not any other thing to make it worth it being alive. 

If you can't find that same kind of fulfilment in anything else, you're quite doomed to be with an everlasting depressive sensation. 

You can try to attribute importance to other things, star again, reprogram yourself, but forcing things is never the good way to go. The kind of "fake it till you make it" attitude can backfire harshly. 

Sometimes I miss him so hard, but then again what am I missing really? It's just a need for him near me. But he was never here close next to me, was he? 

He

 He was my salvation and my torment, but the only thing truly worth living for. To feel all that love, like never before. 

 cry for your heart, cry for your soul

you're all torn apart 

no life no love no goal

 Soothing doesn't depend on him anymor. e, it hasn't for some years now. it's already encoded inside you.