Posted by Rippanahito on Friday November 10, @01:17AM
There are bits and pieces to everything. The nature of life is as such. There are beginnings and there are ends, birth and death, the ultimate conflict between being mortal and the desire to be anything but.
Could I save my own life harder than iron, more fragile than a rose? Lord, how the day passes prayer is not a chance, a toil. It wants to leave me Learnt to give me love now it wants to go. Of course! You want to go to slip down the endless slope of uncertainty and limitation. It's one thing to learn about the past and another, to put it on a long lead walk away and see if it follows. Inside, spirits wander majestically, kneeled on cavern floors shielded in hooded cloaks a shindig that lasts until dawn. Lifeless, I grasp you too fragile to stand the winter frost, My god! Why not, indeed? Even though only a seductive gleam! ..... and begin my journey.
What stayed with you?
A line that lingered, a feeling, a disagreement. Great comments are as valuable as the original piece.