I wait for the night. Tears flood my eyes when the sun sings silently as it bows down to the distant horizon. Darkness erases the crimson sky and casts forth a glitter of brilliant light. The night sky’s iridescent perfection. My body is weightless in their presence. But nothing lasts. Even the stars cannot defy death.
Surrender to the dark.
Nature is simple in its complexity. Pure. Flawless. Even in its destruction, it’s perfect. Most people see fires and tornadoes and floods as something to fear and hate, but I see something to admire. Nature does not mourn loss, nor does it fear renewal. No regrets.
We should all be so lucky.
I want to allow the darkness in. Overwhelm me. Consume me. Destroy me. All I have to do is give in, and I can watch the color drain from my body and the light from my eyes. Every day I fade, slowly becoming nothing but a distant memory. Colors no longer saturate my world as they once did, music no longer sparks a fire in my soul, and a soft breeze no longer fills me with a sense of quiet satisfaction. My passion for life, love, nature is lost inside a broken mind. Masked by disheartenment and a need to be remembered… this desperation to have a moment that makes everything worth it… one perfect moment.
If not in life, then in death.
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I think that the free-est moment you have in life, is just before death. That’s because you’re truly living for the moment. You admire nature and it’s “catastrophes”, like fire. Fire ALWAYS wants to exist. Survival is the main characteristic of it’s nature. Don’t concern yourself with problems of the future or past. Be like fire. Breathe, consume, devour in a frenzy of enjoyment. Know that you are a descendent of the “Big Bang”. You are made up of 14 trillion year old carbon. Indulge in your surroundings, for they are all made of the same. We are all eternal and should rejoice in every form and life, we find ourselves in.
by perfect moment do you mean balls out guns blazing one rast hooray?
fire doesnt want anything sry bra animism is a fallacy. fire will just as easily choke itself out as desire to “breathe”. and please tell me about the carbon youv found inside yourself, did you dig it out with a microscopic knife? we are not eternal we are not shit we are the all singing all dancing crap of the world