why do the gods and all the eternal elements
give rise to souls with utter perfection to walk and dwell
before eyes of souls such as mine?
The Perfection chokes me
and are the possessors aware of their effect
or do they just draw mils of cold breath away from my lungs
without any knowledge of doing so
But,
I yearn to experience that perfection,
To feel that click in time
Like space is stretching while
motion warps out like a taut elastic band
At the call of the one who remember's their dead lover one is alive despite being dead the perishable body shall only hold onto a few years while the consciousness will continue for decades I shall ne
Staring at the ruined canvas with colours she detest and forms she'd never digest to view any longer, she slathered fresh hues to cover it like poetry on blacked out and struck out words on a rejected
let it flow through you, acknowledge it, the suffering shall also have place in your thoughts now Eventually will give root to wisdom and acceptance in the future which will nurture the calm and happi
