As the sun rises, from its rays like the heartiest of limbs descends upon the populace the warmth of being - for to live is to be in paradise, to follow time's precocious passage like the holiest of fools, and to breathe, in spite of a laboured lung's disgruntled countenance, is to shout so assuredly into the ether that you know where your next comes from, and you continue your declaration: "I may be wrong, yet still I find credence in the conviction that I stand here, upheld by my own two feet, as they tread along the waters, elongating my way home; I love until the day is gone, and I love as I scale the ice, and I see this love consecrated by the resolute arbiter under the aegis of what transcends my bodily vessel, and I surrender, a bloodletting cosmonaut, to the paraselene woman who siphons sanguine dreams from beginnings to endings, and that is my act of servitude, my act of gentle solace, and that is to be human, to be the falling leaves borne from withering trees and thrust into the winds."
i wrote this for no particular reason earlier and i felt like sharing; feedback welcome:D xo
i wrote this for no particular reason earlier and i felt like sharing; feedback welcome:D xo
