You are no angel. You are a human, and that's the most precious gift you will have ever received. You get to experience everything while you feel you've done nothing, and you will do nothing as you are feeling everything. No one knows how to live until they've tried it. It's the hardest thing you'll do, but it will be the most rewarding thing in the universe.
You might not like that. You might want to return to the heavens and become an angel once more. As you look back, you'll see the things you miss and will never experience again. The people who were to love you in some time to come when the light would refind you.
You let go now, and there will have nothing be left of you for them to find and remember. Maybe you just want to disappear, but then heaven is not going to shield you. You want to be invisible. Become a ghost. Only you know you can't. You'll one day return to the sky, but that is only when time has come for you itself. When fate takes it's place.
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Just midnight thoughts. What if being human and experiencing life is more than a heavenly paradise. What if it's better because you'll get to experience more and learn to grow, unlike if you were to have nothing or everything and always be joyful, instead feel saddness too.
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ПоэзияMy poetry is only to fill blank pages. You decide how to color it in. That meaning, you can interpret the poems the way you want. I only put the words together, and you decide the rest :) Yet another poem dump for my unorganized mess that is my poe...
