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Trigger warning: if u know me irl (im office autist) dont read cuz my cynicism is toxic to the state of the mentally well.
Poem name:
Fading whispers
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I no longer remember how your lips felt on mine, the smell of your hair, or even your voice. Blyatt..They are but distant echos. I wonder how distant can one grow, the maximum distance must be death. But how many times must I die to finally be dead?
Its sad to think about, that everything cherished is seemingly smoke that cannot be truly grasped-even if i grasp myself by the time I let go im already someone else.
Perhaps that is the ultimate nature of man, to cling on to light whilst being made of dark, animals that were allowed to taste the nectar of heaven but were never able to comprehend it.
*drinks vodka*
Who we both were in that moment in time was equivalent to a shooting star. The star burns out, dust remains, memories and love are both destined to die.
One way or the other, all these things we treasure will return to the primordial soup.
In the next life perhaps we will marry the people who hurt us the most in this one, saints will be tortured and devils rewarded, if that be so then perhaps we've already reborn.
Esche hvatit! Dobrey nochi....