You will wither when the time comes, you will fall when your season has arrived and the last autumn wind blows and shakes you off the branch you have for so long clung to.
But don’t be sad, it is only right that we must give up the space we have occupied, so that new ones from there can grow, else life can not continue.
Verily, death is a form of cleansing, it keeps the conduit through which life flows unclogged. So, put aside your ego, know you’re part of something much bigger than yourself.

Or like flowers, we’re meant to open up facing the sun, the light, the empty space.. and though in the darkness we grew, in the sun we completely blew up, each petal reaches its own way, each limb stretches out in the waiting of a hug from the universe itself.

The god we invented out of our own perverted thoughts even impregnated its own creation; had a son that he left behind, watched as he was tortured to death, this god is the spitting image of our most disgusting personalities.

For you my love is a universe,
A sky luminous with stars,
Vast, ageless, and ever expanding,
Every celestial sphere lambent is thought of you, blinking, shimmering in distance,
Some of them are bright and others dim,
But to me they are all equally alluring,
Equally beautiful.

One day this flame will no longer hang on the wick of this candle, so chill.. but oh the irony, how we’re burning ourselves out.

This world as you see it just isn’t the same, it is inane, are you in this to enlighten or to entertain, this isn’t sane, I’m in the rain all alone, am i insane, I’m in my lane, but they point fingers and say I’m deranged.

Each person is a module, a separate part of the whole, to see the picture in its completion, each segment like puzzles must converge and form as a complete unit, individuality is a disease.