Section of Dead Times and Poets

romanticism

Would you, dear reader, be able to die in the name of love?
Do you belong to that generation of romantics who live in the wrong times?
Do you feel the emptiness burning inside you?
The existential pain splitting the layers of your skin?
Your bones crumbling to ash when you think about it?
The burden of being responsible for what you feel and that no one else will understand you.
To survive, you lose yourself in the goals you set for yourself.
You play a role.
Where you bring your thoughts and your body down to earth.You rip your thoughts away from your romance so it doesn't eat you up inside.
Your beauty is just that.But does anyone deserve it?
What have you done to deserve it?
It is a sign, a divine finger that marks the few.
To avoid being scourged in this world, you must save it for another lifeline.
It is your mission for this mortal time on earth.
You must survive it.
And in the end we shall all meet.
We will celebrate our gift together.
Our emotions will flow like the sea.
We will cast off the shackles of our bondage.
There we will meet Byron, Goethe and Mickiewicz.
They will show us the beautiful sights of our despair, which has never been a cause of sorrow for us, but a source of inspiration.
You feel the breeze of spring behind you, the scent of flowers and the soothing of all your senses.
This is heaven.
This is our paradise for romantics.
Hell will be consumed by this earth if I can be there.
Happy.