✎ to you, who swallowed a star 「 ed•v 」

19.39

sometimes, i think about how
people could journey aimlessly
for the sake of the uncertainty
that awaits them at the top.

how they could believe
in hearsay and myths,
childish hopes and
yesterday’s dreams,
that could have been
altered through centuries—
between generations,
of being orally passed down.

then, i remember that
most of them were born
inside the fairytale itself,
and all of them have ambitions
they’ve dedicated their lives for.

if i have lived
my life differently,
will i have another reason
to climb the tower
aside from atonement?

will there even
be anything
atop the tower
worth living for? 

how do you live,
when you’ve barely
even existed?

i wish you could
have given me
the answer
before leaving.

or perhaps, you have
already found it.

i don’t know.
and maybe,
i will never know.

because you’re already dead.

, V.