Fleeting Existence
The things we do to pretend life is long.
Don't you know what you're doing?
I'm doing it as well.
Spending our our lives running after
Things that bring joy and fulfilment,
Rather than facing the bitter truth.
Acquiring wealth, children, marriage,
Chasing careers, compassion, and nature,
To forget it all crashes to an end
Into black oblivion or heaven or something.
Ones who have left only know the next chapter.
Now we laugh and sing to thwart away the knowledge that it ends.
About the Creator
Laura Lann
I am an author from deep East Texas with a passion for horror and fantasy, often heavily mixed together. In my spare time, when I am not writing, I draw and paint landscape and fantasy pieces. I now reside in Alaska where adventures await.
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The Business of Nature
Dew drops reflected the light of the sun. The inhabitants of Whispering Woods woke up to the golden droplets of water on the leaves of the flora. The oaks particularly enjoyed the light and the maples did, too. Happiness enveloped all who lived there, even the rocks that cried out in the night delighted in the morning.
By Skyler Saundersa day ago in Fiction
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