mortality cartographer (beeooll) wrote,
mortality cartographer
beeooll

he rambles in white

lit candle
in open palm
flame burns deep

but nothing

wrong

caress the silence
with open arms
holding grace
clutched in peace
as by the torture
I am swept away

knife cutting
through the side
slide

the door away

breaking off
moving on
in hope that tomorrow
I
will
be stronger
longer

forever
but never again together

the pieces I leave behind
like bread crumbs in a line

traces back
to when was now
and this was then

how long
how much further
can
it
last

forever

if that is what it takes

until never is no longer seen

to the point that now is forgotten

and the reality of the path taken
has replaced the
decisions about to be
made

save me
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