Ideal tears flowed like waterfalls. The petals that formed my essence as a being, paused their bloom. The sun that had once shone upon me clouded up. But I like it. The soil that held me firm cracked and wobbled beneath me. It feels amazing. Being on the verge of death, about to lose my essence; makes me feel so alive.
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Infinity
PoetryA dazzling view of words. Multiple perspectives of life and my deepest thoughts and feelings. I write to relieve it all. Thanks for reading! ~Highest rank: #102 in poetry~
