Sanctuary [Poetry]

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i've seen your eyes afloat, a color of sunset covered in purple and black and a tint of red - in your eyes i've seen the future.

just like the sun replaced by the night, the moon appeared shyly, like a premonition that what comes next is a tomorrow all the same - a distant future not anything different to today.

all the time we thought time was moving forward, that it can't be chased no matter which direction, is just a series of numbers, of data - repeatedly counting itself then back to zero then off it goes to moving in the same spot.

the universe isn't moving, nor the time - the concept about everything is a mere illusion to satisfy our curiosity, to take our fill that we're here for a reason. that fear of end is a destination we don't want to go.

there's no beginning nor ending, no present nor past nor future - all is naught, we are no purpose of an entity trying to create one. and by create we found fear, and by fear we found meaning.

but meaning is a struggle not worth a breath.

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jan31-22