#011
what were you made for?
it makes your head ache,
to question;
the purpose of your creation.
you look down at shaky hands,
halfway disintegrating-
falling apart as sand grains
to rejoin the beaches of the universe.
before you,
millions of pixels of light,
memories, and hopes.
do you remember?
the cry of a child,
their laughter,
the warmth of the sun on skin,
the biting cold of a strong wind.
you were alive.
you were breathing.
can you recall?
the roar of a raging storm,
rearing its ugly head
as it sets its sights upon you.
where will you go?
#011a- afterword
tbc
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Poetry.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⭑ a thought dump- an area to ruminate and reflect on life (specifically my own) mostly prose + poems if you're reading, then thank you! i only wanna write to make people feel maybe less lonely in dealing with stuff. ✧˖°.🪐⋆｡°✩
