'There is no agony like bearing an untold story inside you.'
— Zora Neale Hurston
Come and follow
our sudden end;
a good day to die
when regrets are barren
like a desert.
Cheers to the quickened
disillusionment of our fallacy;
this mirage of
our own making.
So sound the dread and dire
reverie to tell your tale
lest you cease to be
or not to be.
Stir yourself from
the hesitation,
rise on up beyond
to be or not to be;
rise on up,
arm yourself with words
and celebrate all that could have and will be —
stay until you see
your own grand finale;
stay until you see
the epilogue
of your own legend
and immortality.
Bury the ruin of the past:
call your tales
to arms and order!
Celebrate along
with the dire
soul song
of what it means
to be or not to be.
Here we are,
this final procession,
this final eulogy
at the start of something eternal;
be one,
be done,
be all that there is to be
or not to be.
Dance along
the tail of a comet,
dance along
to the swan song of eternity:
rise!
Feel the coming ending,
the birth of forever
set in the words
of your infinite being.
Kill the pain
by sharing it,
spreading it,
being more that it could ever hope to be
or not to be.
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Quotables
PuisiEvery day we come across the words of others, whether they are a real-life person, living or not; or someone entirely fictional and even alien to you and me, but their words make them as real as the air we breathe and the blood which pumps through o...
