words don't come that easy.

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31.10.2021
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occupation of flesh terrified the construct of our weeping vessels beneath the stroke of midnight, where time came to steal the breath of tomorrow and reveal the poisonous eyes of the forefathers whose love we gazed upon for hours on end in the reflection of our mother. laughter is an obtuse anecdote confined to lungs and lips that rip apart the air we filled with longing long ago, spilling yellow into discontented dispositions for the sake of always, sacrilege is the infinitesimal, never-knowing dirt forever clinging underneath the fingernails of certainty, we watch as waves of doubt elude the grasp of stigma when there is no one left to sacrifice comfort and reclaim the severed sense-of-worth our counterparts have lost. unyielding is the heart in its desire to innovate the "i" in hopes of gaining praise from the ever-hungry, "them." our reflection staggers, light flickers. yesterday spun itself into a tunnel of vision where, without eyes, we felt the depth of our existence as fondness for insignificant occurrences began to flourish

in the garden, without the means of tongue, language moved through the body and prose cascaded into an evolution of steps that effortlessly forfeited all that came before silence was broken. wilted flowers were the faithful servants shackled to the glorification of a blood-thirsty covenant where the stages of grief slowly eroded precious beliefs. bound by a book written in memories we never held, the conception of divinity was an immaculate forest fire that bloomed fear into the hearts of those who found themselves without control. and how great the meaning of life seemed to become after we gave our creator a name to define purpose, separation of the self ensued, demanding declaration of war against our differences, expression redefined itself as the articulation of facts negate feeling, leaving conversations no other choice than to commit suicide in the name of righteousness. quickly came the mourning, where the sun rose, disregarding its significance. sorrow swallowed the sky as death appeared exactly as it always has, returning us to the state of being gone and leaving nothing to be remembered as we dissolve into particles among the stars, and so it went and so it goes, and so it went and so it goes.