were you a bodiless ghost
i could ask of you to haunt me
be with me,
or even blame me.
yet you're now a barely beeping machine
i can only wish you're dreaming peacefully
hopefully—
painlessly...
Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 10:22 AM UTC
were you a bodiless ghost
i could ask of you to haunt me
be with me,
or even blame me.
yet you're now a barely beeping machine
i can only wish you're dreaming peacefully
hopefully—
painlessly...
there is this one folklore or myth that says fireflies cannot cry or weep tears, that's why they burn themselves instead as catharsis.
in reality though, the light they emit comes from luciferin, and instead of a fire is actually a cold reaction. sad though, they really aren't given the chance of purgation.
read this as you will.
but would you say it were coup de grace if a lonely little firefly were to die in the blaze of warmth and in their own volition
or do you think it were any better for her to carry on cold and without escape in a world where she can't cry or give up?
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