Circles: How Earthy are Phoenixes

Bittersweet Life

“No man is rightful to tell me how much time I have left to live—not even I”

Laryns, Laryns Scmidth even when he was just a boy
He believed in fairytales—imps and gnomes
Of kings and queens
Of magics and a happily ever after story

He was a deep believer that everyone deserves their own fairytales
To marry the love of his life and to live happily ever after  
He was a boy—it was blatantly out of concept
For a mere male to have a mindset like his

But Laryns was not just a dreamer of that wisdom alike
He was a willful boy—who stared down a madman until waived his eyes away
Laryns was known for his unique views of life
For someone that was born in a town filled with prejudices and odds

Laryns was seen different
But what everyone was telling was his difference from them
He considered it as his talent—a gift to be appreciated
When nobody was appreciating him—he had himself to do that

Never has he considered himself as different
But rather special and gifted
With views that are unlike others
He was appreciating fairytales

This is the story of a man who wasn’t stopped by trials
The man who was unlike everyone
Believed no man was rightful to say how much time
Anyone has left to create their most regard fairytales

Broken wedding vows
Body contaminated of cancer cells
Boundless discouragements to continue living
Baseless found wisdoms

Laryns was a hopeless romantic guy
Chasing the love of him he thought was going to be a lifelong sweetheart
But when it was later found out he was sicked
The love of him—the career he had for the last twenty-three years—all withered

His fairytale was demised
But unlikely
His philosophy and courage were a raging phoenix
Undead—and infinite—like a circle, like a number eight

He believed that corners were never existing in life
And that was what kept him to carry life to the fullest
Deciding to leave what harmed his mind was his best choice
“It was never hard to begin with”

Hardship was there
It was existing
But believing giving up is the best power against hardships
Is foolishness—it is only mild—you should make your thinking the hardest to crumple

Laryns was a college drop-out at early twenty
Deciding he would make his own fairytale
He fought through the worsts
Done sorts of jobs to fight off hunger

At twenty-four he found a job—and became a regular
Ever since, Laryns was a book enthusiast
One way to enlighten his interests
He opened a publishing company at thirty

He continued working
While operating his publishing company
Life was kind to him
His career was best described as at its peak

Working at daytime
And when dawn arrived
He was operating his publishing company
Along with his four well-equipped manpower

Life was kind to him
He could not wish for anything else but a partner
One day, in the month of September
His company was nominated as one of the town’s best Pub. Company

He was indeed blessed
He was thankful
He was grateful
He was aiming for more

The night of the awarding was a fantasy he has always been dreaming
Laryns met the cherries on top of his blessings
Courtney, Courtney Finr—a Scottish author, twenty-nine
Laryns, who was a Spanish-American businessman—had shared a staring contest with Ms. Courtney

The night was beyond any fairytales he was imagining
Lady Courtney—everything about was magical—her eyes
Them engraved the clouds he could allow his eyes get lost to
Her voice was ecstasy to his ears—it was serene and melodious