Weakness.... As autumn moon slowly rises over the distant evergreens in the horizon. Twinkles, the stardust that litters the sky, like glitter or sparkles of diamonds forever to be remained locked in a vast opening we call the abyss. The irony. The irony of all the time spent looking at those and all the time spent wasted on non-existent feelings... Feelings that those stars can explain. Pain, they say, is weakness leaving the body. Stars and pain coincide. Scars, are constantly reminded that they are scars.. but never seen as much as the stars. Yet ever more blindedly beautiful, we are forevermore forgotten and how far we must go to reach just one of the mentioned stars.. Solely ; eternity's Last Second wind brings forth surrender. Resignation. Ceased to remain. Our Dissolution.
z-2024