Both living and dying,
Awake and asleep,
Eyes opened wide and still so blind.

Ears to listen, a voice to share,
A mind to wander and a heart to feel.
Rarely used, taught to shut.
A technicolor being in a noir world,
A vessel of which the whole universe choose to reside.

The divine in the flesh.
Who believes these are two separate entities.
Or is it not?

Forever a question with no answers,
it is an abstract infinite loop with no alpha nor omega.
Existence itself is a rational paradox
and a corrupted masterpiece.

As we learn that there is no creator without its creations,
and no creations without its creator,

Are we able to exist without the ego or the soul?
To truly live with no purpose? Or is that in itself, a purpose?

i have died too many times
in the place you call paradise
and lived more
in the land of the dead.

though still,
with every shiver,
i bleed
and parts of my body,
they distort.

i am still me,
with my high sevenths,
my low sixths
and everything in between.

never once I regret
all the mistakes we’ve made.
we were born to love
and destined to long for life.

but in the end, you and I must ignite.
as our stars collide, we have to bid our goodbyes.

to breathe fire,
and repurify the night.

because love,
only then, our rivers can glow
only then, we can let go of everything we’ve ever known.

so, don't fear
to let us go

it is worth it.

but at what price?

dimmed eyes as you lose your smile.

you justify yourself,
so that you don't lose everything.

when none are yours to even begin with.