The more alive I become, the more death I can see around me.
When I was “dead”, living in a dark shadow of a blurry world, all I saw was the dense hanging of other foggy entities around me veiled in the automation of “life” habits.
As I became more alive, opening my eyes to face the light and actually daring to see, I look behind me and ghosts they have become; floating through a dark world of dark emotions.. not really sure why they are gravitating towards each other
As I see the hooks created of their false joy, cold particles seeking warm souls..
Grayer they have become, in an old world fading away, I chose to take off that heavy jacket; the winter is not real.
As a ray reuniting with the full length of the golden beams, a breathe of fresh air out of the net of fuzzy eyes.
There, geomancies, and crystals spinning in the air; become the trine of destiny and fly above; do you remember your wings?
For immortality is your ability to tap your feet in the void of earth, yet skip over the cycles of a man-made storm..
(c) Jennifer Lee, The Voice of The Wounded Soul
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