Death Is

Death is
Beautifully revealing
Tear drops of summer’s evening
The dawn of never ending nights
Strings played by matching pulses
The experience, dipped into moonlight
It is the texture of whispers in dreams
The shade of our calling
Love preoccupied by its own reflection
The necessity of the moment
It is the taste of lightning before you wake
The shadow of our yearnings
The rhythm of the love in misplaced words
A glimpse into everything
It is the sky’s place in reality
The next step
Death is the product of our blessings
The pause, to recall the essence

Published by Kevin J

I think I write to try to explain moments that I don't truly understand. That's why I have a tendency to be wordy. The closer I am to minimalism, the better off I am. I also do it to keep records of what I was thinking at certain periods of time, so some kind of footsteps are left showing me how I got here. Looking back, it seems inevitable that I am where I am now; couldn't have been anywhere else. I don't have any goals for the future, except for trying to enjoy it. I'm the opposite of most people I know; I no longer want to know what is coming up next. I just want to create the road and ride, or not create it and ride anyway.

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