The wind howls outside the temple.
As snow brushes against the glass.
Tho it's night there are no stars in the sky
I believe we all know why.
They struggle just as we do
Getting use to the new normal.
Going on without others.
Entering an empty room
Expecting to see your loved one,
But instead you are met with nothing.
Nothing but memories,
Nothing lasts forever but the wind continues to howl against the temple.
The world is rough and cold
But through the window one can see
Not one soul.
The temple is empty except for pictures.
A picture of someone now past and
one million candles around the picture.
Out here in the cold
One can only look
at the thousands of comforting flames
keeping the temple walls warm.
Small, lang, thin, constant
Un effected by worries of life.
Complete silence in its halls
For it was pain and sorrow that built these walls.
Here we go to respect our fallen
Now they are burning peacefully in the fortress they built.
For our generation does not believe the same as them.
We do not wish to burn forever
We do not want eternity.
Yet some of us want to be one out of a million candles.
It is a most comforting belief.
That death isn't a cold shallow low note at the end for your song.
Thats it instead flows and fades into the worlds melody.
Then you'd be greeted back stage and told that you sang beautifully.
Most do not seek the comfort of the temple, but some do
And for that we are proud of you.
But for some the temple can not
Will not provide comfort.
We prefer the cold for its all we'll ever know.
Go ahead open the door and go safe.
Burn with the rest.
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Understanding Beauty
ŞiirI need a place to let my creativity and thoughts flow. I place where I can be myself and not be judged. This book is about everything humans tend to go through... In other words it's about shit I'm going through and things I'm thinking okay. It is a...
