You get towards the end of life - no, not life itself, but of something else: the end of any likelihood of change in that life. You are allowed a long moment of pause, time enough to ask the question: what else have I done wrong? And as you will slowly come to realise the truth, your heart will burst like stars do when they die, and you will fall on your knees. Time will stop and it will feel as if the whole world is looking at you in awe. You will light the whole universe with your fire for the briefest of moments. In the end, you will be as beautiful as the stardust falling from the sky and your heart won't ache anymore.
Friday, December 20, 2019
A sentimental feeling...
You get towards the end of life - no, not life itself, but of something else: the end of any likelihood of change in that life. You are allowed a long moment of pause, time enough to ask the question: what else have I done wrong? And as you will slowly come to realise the truth, your heart will burst like stars do when they die, and you will fall on your knees. Time will stop and it will feel as if the whole world is looking at you in awe. You will light the whole universe with your fire for the briefest of moments. In the end, you will be as beautiful as the stardust falling from the sky and your heart won't ache anymore.