This is my question to you, The Whole World. Is it just so important to follow your footsteps? Is it really necessary to believe in your beleifs? I dare question your soul, isn't it satisfied enough, from the hearts that are broken? Their wounds they're still fresh, they're still bleeding, a bandage is not enough, perhaps these falling drops of blood can only be sealed through the stitches of love. Ahh, Love, something which you could never have and decided to deprive of it. I repeat my question, World, Isn't your soul satisfied enough, from the hearts that are broken?
I want to live death just like I lived my days of eternity- lying below the stars. I want to hear my last breath being dragged away by the conspiracies or theories of the universe, gasping for life. I want to live death just so I could create a poem out of it. I want my death to be poetic, if not painful. Along the metaphors, as it plays around while waiting for the clock to bring the right tick and the syllables align, creating clashes among the rhymes. And a sunflower brewing up in the brightest of yellow from the remains of my deceasing body. When my soul reaches salvation leaving behind my ruins of skin and bone, I want it to hold my heart desiccating beyond the shallow rib cage taking long enough to give up the last, faint string of my existence into dust. The theories I've been honing mind with- theories of science and religion, I want to see them failing and breaking along with the atoms of my body, I want to fade away to an alternate universe while I await for my unfulfilled destinies to hang upon me.
Heyyy everyone. Hope you make it out of everything you can't speak up about. Sending love and strength. Plus, you are worth everything❤ Thank you for your precious reads everyone. I love youuu too. @miraquill I miss Mirakee but nonetheless, grateful (5)