Admoration of Abomination

My gut turns in turmoil of the thoughts of flowers and beauty. It brings cramps and clinching my insides in a desperate effort to make it all go away. In the light of death there is peace. The calmness of disgust and lifelessness pulls my emotions to a tranquil state of desire, emotion and drives my passion of discovery for the mystery of the darkeness. In this peace, I may never come out of the dark room of peace. I do not need to worry about what needs to be done and what things look like. I do not need to keep up with the Jones down the street. I feel relief.