The stones of my ancestors will not be turned over by my descendants.
For Time has been the concept of an illusion, the perception of what is and isn't.
For Love has been in everything, from pleasure to pain it is still present.
For Death has been the collector, writing away the essences that are here and therefor.
So while eons pass, be sure to remember me and notice the collateral beauty.
Nov 15, 2020
Nov 15, 2020 at 11:19 PM UTC
The stones of my ancestors will not be turned over by my descendants.
For Time has been the concept of an illusion, the perception of what is and isn't.
For Love has been in everything, from pleasure to pain it is still present.
For Death has been the collector, writing away the essences that are here and therefor.
So while eons pass, be sure to remember me and notice the collateral beauty.
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