A fractured memory scattered across time
Where was I left in the wake? Every bit I have left is my own The crux of inexistence matched with life's own persistence I thought I wanted to give it up Couldn't remember What it meant or the why behind it Loss of sight, loss of mind Would you have blamed me if I'd chosen to die? I was the shooting star at the end of it's spark Held on the end of it's existence But when it's finished, our dreams protect it The remembrance and wish as it affects us What if all our lives are like this? I thought this as I pondered MY life And whether I was worth the time or the fight I realized there's no future if I lay down and die There's still so much to learn There's still so much to see The oceans as they ebb and flow The mountains as they come and go The people who will change my life The girl I'll one day call my "wife" The children we'll have as a blessing Yet I only feel like I'm regressing? The fractured memory has yet to be recorded, it seems I still have so much to learn I still have so much to see We're all like shooting stars Blissful candescence across the span of sky Across the span of life And when our starstreak expires We evanesce into night But at the edging end to every starry contrail Lies a wish, a hope, a prayer Our existence is the catalyst to something more And while we might not be apt or able to remember it Someone else might Someone else might see it And find in us a wish, a hope, a prayer And that is reason alone to soar through the night sky To soar bright and full of light I now know why I am meant to be alive I am the dream that is protected And I intend for that to mean something
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Author"Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls." - Anais Nin Archives
February 2023
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