There is much to be said on the matter of purpose and the absurd, and I am likely more apt to explain it better in different terms one day, but I think this suffices for now.There came a time where I wondered what my purpose was. What the world is, who i am, what even …
Dont worry my son the sand will fill all the holes,And you'll build a house atop of which that you'll call a home.The walls they will creak,And the halls will grow mold,Outside the columns of red may fade and peel like an apple skin,But her laugh will bring color that you'd lost years ago,And in …
So why do you persist?
Dust transferred into a breath,
Before a thought came to rest.
Bring to me December,Bring to me the cold,I will be the ember,Bite it back with teeth of gold.An orange and rusty glow,I will burn the snow,Let the waters flow,Down unto the plateau.Then come September,When the wind whispers relief,When the ground bursts forth its wheat,What is lost I will remember,Hidden among the bundles reaped,Silent, not yet …
On a rock,
Burns red the day.
What is it you'll carry,
What is it you'll do?
Revamped from the July 20th version. A look into some of my own experiences, in the hopes that they might help someone else.
There's nothing we can do about the rain.
Or at least nothing that I can think to change.