Raz
Bluelighter
I am beautiful and I must die.
We all have to die one day but some of us will go first.
In another life I came crawling upon the ground and the trees which find root in that ground. In another life I was sublime, one of the lesser of the universe's creatures in that I lived for survival's sake alone. In another life I had my place in the universe's workings, and I filled that place without joy or turmoil. In another life I helped the world live.
Karma found me and kissed me gently and sent me back into the world from a small dry womb. Karma gave me wings, that I might fly above the ground and the trees which find root in that ground. She divested me of the need for duty, and she gave in me new purpose. Inspiration. Muse. Beauty as its own reward. But beauty and survival are not so compatible...and while I exist now as art made life, that art is fragile. The world does not help me live.
I am malformed and I must die.
It will be time soon for the end hours of my life to find their mark on that clock, and it will be time for me to enter that final state of chrysalis. I have survived and I have been beautiful, it is time for me to be something else. And I am not scared.
After all, we all have to die one day...
...but some of us will go first.
We all have to die one day but some of us will go first.
In another life I came crawling upon the ground and the trees which find root in that ground. In another life I was sublime, one of the lesser of the universe's creatures in that I lived for survival's sake alone. In another life I had my place in the universe's workings, and I filled that place without joy or turmoil. In another life I helped the world live.
Karma found me and kissed me gently and sent me back into the world from a small dry womb. Karma gave me wings, that I might fly above the ground and the trees which find root in that ground. She divested me of the need for duty, and she gave in me new purpose. Inspiration. Muse. Beauty as its own reward. But beauty and survival are not so compatible...and while I exist now as art made life, that art is fragile. The world does not help me live.
I am malformed and I must die.
It will be time soon for the end hours of my life to find their mark on that clock, and it will be time for me to enter that final state of chrysalis. I have survived and I have been beautiful, it is time for me to be something else. And I am not scared.
After all, we all have to die one day...
...but some of us will go first.
