Apparently, I didn’t understand
Baffled I walked away in shame
Curiosity led to big mistakes
Decisions from wrong conclusions
Everyone goes down this path
Falling from perceived heights
Gliding on wings of failure
Hitting the pavement
Injured by my own pride
Just once I’d like to see
Kings look up to me
Lowest part of a deep trench
My pride has cast me down
Never holding my head high
Oblivion has seized me
Pride has hated me
Quietness renewed me
Rising
Standing
Tolerating my place
Uncovering the real me
Validating
Waiting
Xultation comes from others
You’ll know when you get it
Zero pain
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David E. Perry
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Red Shelves
Death is a black hole. Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
By Matthew Curtis5 days ago in Humans
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