Perhaps its in knowing that I want both love & the selling of soul. I want to live & forget past failures as any pain leaves, blending with the wind, going past to the distance, passing the horizon line. A breathe, a heartbeat, a smile & forget the rest. To what sequence of thoughts that are in play that leads to volunteer death of an individual?

why do I struggle
to be in awe that
I'm alive?

Deeper the despair,
reality is more vivid.
Closer to grief,
the more love is valued.

Luminous words formatted
with clear conscious of vivid
strokes of the hands. A shame
that it didn’t get the results
as one desired.

I support truth,
in that,
I confess I’d rather
be immortal
& forget everyone
I’ve ever met.

To poetry,
poor writing it,
rich in culture

'me'