My Dear Friends, and to those that will soon know me...
Life as I know it will forever be what it had never been as moments pass; the jubilee of reality to moral content is only the fallacy at that life is condemned to never sharing the same perspective as the feeble of mind I had once witnessed.
It is shrewd to say life is pointless because if one were to look back upon the past- there it would appoint the sight of a direction and a starting point; that such thought is the hammer that drives the agony into shame and disbelief of the matters I have been oblivious to long ago. My concern is not that life is continuing, for such action is what I strive to live for; the guilt and torture of loneliness of the abandoned chains that bound the wrists of the friends I had cherished, I have loved, I had adorned- this pain is what inters my tears into the wretched soil that rises and swallows.
To those that do remember our past and keep well informed of the present relations we are accustomed to, think likely that what we withold now in what we presume frail and worthless will soon become the memories we will miss as we grow old; and that as death soon arrives our unfortunate fates, we will look upon the scars and tissues of our hearts to recollect the moments we had shared a love, a fate, a dream; such a dream as to someday see one another whether it be now or later-
...and sorrowfully, to think, if I were to die- would it be forever passed my chances to ever see any of the faces I long to see now? To share a breath with one another at the same moment; place my palm upon the chest to feel the existing heartbeat on the other side? As crued as it may be to think, to yield in such a matter as to not lift a care for the senses- many including I have been subjugated to such idea that there will never be that chance... there will never be the moment of reconciliation... there will never be the fleshy kiss to the destiny we long to seek; and yet there is a hope, there is a sliver of a chance, there is a will that drives us to live and to discover; and to discover we keep and cherish...
To love forever.
Life as I know it will forever be what it had never been as moments pass; the jubilee of reality to moral content is only the fallacy at that life is condemned to never sharing the same perspective as the feeble of mind I had once witnessed.
It is shrewd to say life is pointless because if one were to look back upon the past- there it would appoint the sight of a direction and a starting point; that such thought is the hammer that drives the agony into shame and disbelief of the matters I have been oblivious to long ago. My concern is not that life is continuing, for such action is what I strive to live for; the guilt and torture of loneliness of the abandoned chains that bound the wrists of the friends I had cherished, I have loved, I had adorned- this pain is what inters my tears into the wretched soil that rises and swallows.
To those that do remember our past and keep well informed of the present relations we are accustomed to, think likely that what we withold now in what we presume frail and worthless will soon become the memories we will miss as we grow old; and that as death soon arrives our unfortunate fates, we will look upon the scars and tissues of our hearts to recollect the moments we had shared a love, a fate, a dream; such a dream as to someday see one another whether it be now or later-
...and sorrowfully, to think, if I were to die- would it be forever passed my chances to ever see any of the faces I long to see now? To share a breath with one another at the same moment; place my palm upon the chest to feel the existing heartbeat on the other side? As crued as it may be to think, to yield in such a matter as to not lift a care for the senses- many including I have been subjugated to such idea that there will never be that chance... there will never be the moment of reconciliation... there will never be the fleshy kiss to the destiny we long to seek; and yet there is a hope, there is a sliver of a chance, there is a will that drives us to live and to discover; and to discover we keep and cherish...
To love forever.
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