We depress in the confines of cerebral warehouses
where freedom persists only through memories left.
But comfort can be found in the knowledge
that youth cascades down the flesh of flesh.
The sweetest fruits fleetly brush your tongue.
The loveliest tunes are whispers delicately sung.
Let your brittle bones break the malaise strung.
Just let go; let the air out of your lungs.
Reason. Purpose. Meaning.
It was when you realized that your life could be measured by revolutions of the sun.
It was the first time you witnessed the passing of someone you love.
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 5:57 PM UTC
We depress in the confines of cerebral warehouses
where freedom persists only through memories left.
But comfort can be found in the knowledge
that youth cascades down the flesh of flesh.
The sweetest fruits fleetly brush your tongue.
The loveliest tunes are whispers delicately sung.
Let your brittle bones break the malaise strung.
Just let go; let the air out of your lungs.
Reason. Purpose. Meaning.
It was when you realized that your life could be measured by revolutions of the sun.
It was the first time you witnessed the passing of someone you love.
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