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 …
For all that, I cannot ascertain enough.
Revamped from the July 20th version. A look into some of my own experiences, in the hopes that they might help someone else.
In the midst of this winter I have found,
Within me a summer that refuses to be bound.
An invincible summer,
I hope you can feel the same warmth from her.
Though its silence that you drank,
My ears have never rung so loud
And as I lay to rest,
Your colors flash the brightest reds.
If there is any peace at all to find, even if just a sliver of something sublime, I'll share with you all of mine, just sit with me beneath this vine.
Is it not the life lived best that burns the brighter shine?
For my Star, a poem three years in the making, an accumulation of words made under many different mindsets.