1. To breathe in the moments of life as they rush through my every pour.
2. To move continuously through the dreams of my every waking moment.
3. To consume every single bit of those dreams.
4. To drink from the fountains of the World's joy.
5. To die.
6. Yes, To Die
7. Die so that every breath of my life, moments and feelings rush out into the atmosphere. To have my dreams vividly replayed in head one more time. To allow that which I have consumed to burst from me. Left behind to flourish. To allow all of which I have drank to pour from my every pour into each river, lake, puddle, stream and Ocean of the World.
I need to LIVE; To be Remembered.
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Poetry for the Soul
PoesíaI write, I write, I write I write away my sorrows. I write until my words run swiftly into my dreams, Through my nightmares they run smoothly along this page, Leaving a trail of ink that will one day fade. No matter how this page may end contorted...
