Old Stories Are The Best Ones
in the end
we are all just stories,
and i fear
like a favorite childhood book-
i will fondly
be forgotten...
posted by Iudex Yasha at 1:27 PM
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
in the end
we are all just stories,
and i fear
like a favorite childhood book-
i will fondly
be forgotten...
posted by Iudex Yasha at 1:27 PM
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