prose//unknown
Need and want are two separate things but sometimes our wants; our desires are so powerful, so desperate that it becomes essential for life.
I could have lived without him but I wouldn’t have felt alive. It would be surviving like the way a man survives in the desert with a handful of water, the way a musician survives without seeing or hearing or playing; it would be a miserable existence that is closer to death than life.
I could live without him, but I wouldn’t be alive in the heart and soul, where it mattered the most.
So take away my water, my sight, my hands, take the sum of my parts away but for all that is right in this world don’t take him from this world, don’t take him away from me.
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Poetry or Prose, I Suppose
ПоэзияThis is neither fact nor fiction. It is in the realm of my mind, the planes in which are not held accountable for reason or articulation. It is a wild landscape and I need to map it out in the way I know best-writing. So wether it is an unfiltered v...
