Poetry is always equated to emotional outburst for me

When the world ends, I would sit alone.
Delightfully lonely, happily ignoring
The fact that I knew, the treacherous void
of emptiness, despair, insecurity, desire
That writhes and screams, echoing through my soul.
But I would smile, and weep, holding the hands of my best friends
The melancholic ghosts of the past, and the idealistic forms of the mind,
An imaginary world that sucks reality dry.
Until one by one, arms extend into that unbreakable bubble,
Pulling and embracing
me out of my dreams
The warmth of your body, and the tingle of your voice.
To you, and maybe you all: I could destroy my own world, just to be there
Quietly sitting beside your shadow, laughing or smiling, like I always would.

- Fanyi, 1.20 am, 30/5/12.
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I probably got this kind of emotional outburst after reading 'The opposite of loneliness'.
HARDCORE ORG SYN MUGGING RAWRRRRRR.