Reread The The Tell-tale Heart I Fr Wanna Kiss Eddy On The Mouth For That Beautiful Piece Of Writing.

The Raising of Lazarus, Léon Bonnat, 1857

Life and Death

oh to stroll through an art museum hand in hand

sometimes i wish i could feel.

at the end of the day, i feel nothing

being drunk only enhances it.

i want someone who will read books to me next to my grave

Franz Kafka

"I'm here to listen to your troubles."

The counselor had his fair share of troubles, and expressing them was never easy, yet he always found it easy to listen and help others out.

So when another person stepped into his office per their appointment, he felt his expression light up with a smile as he gestured for them to sit down.

Per usual, he radiated a calm and comforting aura, something that would always ease anyone in his presence.

"I'm here to listen to your troubles,"

He said with a soft smile as he rested his arms on the desk, giving them his full attention.

"This is a safe space, you needn't worry about a thing,"

He reassured them as he adjusted his glasses.

One way or another, everyone would find peace.

I want the blissful sweetness of doing nothing