Tears and blood are never shallow
(I don't know how to swim.)
and these waves are getting higher, full of smoke and full of fire, extinguishing the fires that have ever lit the sky.
[but life is elementary,
you must face the storm outside] and
smoke is likely to cause shadow
(My sight was always grim.)
The dark is ever-during, ever steadily obscuring, and solidity of any sort is something I would grasp.
[but life is periodic,
night can not forever last] and
time is just a measure
that eternity outweighs.
My hour has stretched long now,
my line has been prolonged
do you sense that I am gone now?
-le fin
ps. [life is a conquerable thing.]
Author notes
Yes, tomorrow is my birthday! Yes, I'm not in the best of moods! Yes, this is slightly emo! And yes, no matter what, you have to be nice because, again, tomorrow's my birthday!
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I like this piece a lot. It's very thought provoking. I know your birthday has since passed (looking at the date) but I hope it was enjoyable.
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