a token of kindness (31st July 2021)
one might think of life softly, like it were a flower that sung to the breeze of loneliness. and thereafter as though it was a café of demons who had dragged hearts of the innocent to their end.
sadly however, most of the times, life is there but you and i are around it; faded and hollow.
have you ever been the fragile blue ocean?
there is a clear distinctive line that i should like to call a "memory lane" that separates the salt water from the sweet. it is the deciding light in the misery. one end filled with evil such that years would pass and not even a drop would choose the good and the other end filled with the remnants of the sunflower hearts that bled and the moon that sung them to death.
one shaky foot at a time, you proceed with a whimsical mind. somewhat pulled to the evil, but supported by the good. clues are warm, and they are cruel but present very much in the shadows of the mist that reigns above the surface. brittle and bruised are the strings, and your hold upon them is rough and devoted. still the feeling is poor; the stench of failure being stronger than the rest.
but this sea, oh, it is in you too. the blood that flows in you is its water that bleeds.
dive deeply and drown a bit. death will not be in your heart, so do not fight to live. watch the one end nursed into separation from the other. a place where the darker blood of war comes in and the other where the nectar of purity flows.
there is a memory lane in your chest, sewn in place but greatly at unrest. the sea cannot be confined and the heart therefore pumps. and whosoever drinks a bit from you, let them and watch how things unfold.
no matter the course, strengthen the division and add to the memory lane pieces of all the flavours you felt the deepest.
you flatter yourself and consume lovingly sip by sip of your sweet water, and when it grows heavy upon you, souse yourself in the salt of the other.
#adropofhumanity
