The days seem to blend
into each other as time passes.
I imagine myself a large being
Looking upon the universe and
All that is known of space
And time unveiled and revealed
To me. Should I focus on infinity,
My days would seem trivial
And all like each other
As those paper-cut dolls
From the same folded paper. But
Also they melt, no, fuse
Into ribbon red, blood red
Liquid that evaporates
Too fast.
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A/N: This is about the brevity of life.
"ribbon red" because life is a gift.
"blood red" because life is..well life. We have blood. (I'm so sorry I do not have the right words for this)
YOU ARE READING
From the bottom of my heart
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