Life
A momentary projection
Death is drastic
Dramatic
It is somehow everything,
And nothing, at the same time
Where do these thoughts,
Our projections, come from?
Why this?
What is this?
Mysterious life
Self aware capsules…
Filled with what?
Souls?
-
All I can figure out
For sure
About life
And about love
Is that it's all worth it
Living for
-
To lose everything
Together
Makes it all worth it
To grow old
And become fragile, once again
Is less daunting
With you by my side
-
Until the reaper
Claims me for another realm
I will seek shelter from death
In your arms
In your love
About the Creator
P.A. Wilkinson
Trying to make sense of the universe around us. The mistakes of yesterday are today’s wisdom.
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Comments (1)
It's so sad to think that we're living just to lose everything 🥺