Am I more if less?
Is self sacrifice the virtue of saints or just baneful folly? If I am nothing, what do I have to offer? A shell, I can only be the sum of what you fill in me. A shadow, I wane from desire in flat darkness. I linger, a steadfast companion, faithful and lifeless.
Are you more if less?
Is numbness better than feeling in the fire? If no blood is drawn, how do we know we are? Emptiness is safe from trial and joy. But if not trial, what of strength? And if not joy, what of life?
Happiness knows not the kiss of shadows.