i want to use my last moment here, to tell you i love you, i have always loved you, and always will love you.
something i just wrote that came from the fact that the speed of light is a little jarring to comprehend even tho it’s simple science. how the suns light shines on us at just the perfect distance for now, but there will be a day where that light will swallow us and everything in our galaxy, will we say the things we never said if we thought about the apocalypse a little more? maybe each person’s apocalypse is cowardice.
so the suns flame, finally shines upon our shame
with the speed of light
every memory, gone in vain
time has caught up and it takes our gift of sight
we accept the inevitably
lean into the caress of oblivion
i will not be afraid
it ends to being again
ive said it before
my word is to wait for you at the very end
i will knock at heavens door
from ashes we came
ive loved you this long
but now the eleventh hour is here on earth
and i know loving you was not wrong
even so, to dust you and i return
and we've spent our time as gods
begging to be believed
so you enter the garden
with your flag high
and your hands bleed
i guess i needed you to concede
in the apocalypse
is when i can finally let that feeling leave
i shun my cowardice
8use my dying breath to tell you
"you are the most beautiful thing ive ever seen"
About the Creator
g.m.t
bare bones,
here are rests the things ive wrote,
to purge, to mend whats broke.
read, or dont. <3
Miss Persephone's Manual to a Seemingly Ordinary Life
Miss Persephone was found at the dining table, her blue eyes swollen, her tears arriving and retreating like the tides of the ocean. Earlier that day, her family had visited her in the retirement home where she had lived for eight years. It was her eightieth birthday.
By Imola Tóth5 days ago in Fiction
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