May my centre of my universe remain unbroken as the pressure of the galaxies ponder my existence
May my soul however torn be stitched back together with the thread of time and needle of course
May my faith in humanity and humility be constantly tested keeping my thoughts in one place and on a straight road
May the water in my blood flow back too the sea as the earth soaks up what’s left of me
May the oxygen I’ve carelessly breathed become the last thing left of me
And may my gods feel mighty but small as my demons become as equal too their rank.
I’m only but a human in this endless existence, I’m only but one star in the sky, I am nothing more than strands of an ancient past and no more than the sun which brings us life.
Jul 16, 2019
Jul 16, 2019 at 9:31 PM UTC
May my centre of my universe remain unbroken as the pressure of the galaxies ponder my existence
May my soul however torn be stitched back together with the thread of time and needle of course
May my faith in humanity and humility be constantly tested keeping my thoughts in one place and on a straight road
May the water in my blood flow back too the sea as the earth soaks up what’s left of me
May the oxygen I’ve carelessly breathed become the last thing left of me
And may my gods feel mighty but small as my demons become as equal too their rank.
I’m only but a human in this endless existence, I’m only but one star in the sky, I am nothing more than strands of an ancient past and no more than the sun which brings us life.
Enjoy my crisis
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