The world will break one day but I will be gone when that happens already perished from the exhaustion of holding goodness together on my shoulders and wrapped around my waist between each finger and scrawled all over my face I would have held it all up for the whole world to see standing there for millennium through vast lands and seas standing on mountains of turmoil and looking through the cracks of bravery I would cry weep and choke on my tears but I would still reach for the stars appreciate the fiery red sun pick up every diamond resembling a rock and every rock resembling a diamond and place them in my pockets for the weight of the world to bear I know from an outer surface the fight will be extinguished in the end but the inner part of my soul wouldn't ever mind having to pretend that maybe one day goodness will spread out over the landscape pouring in every object being and soul and it would be alright that for me by then time and vulnerability would have taken it's toil.