Prologue:
They say life is a prize but I don’t see the glory in it. For me, it takes weeks to burn down every flame surrounding my heart’s beat and to melt the ice keeping me from catching my breath. So how long would it take for me to have normal heartbeat rates and breathing at a normal pace. I say never.
I always fall into an ocean full of knives freexing me into nothing but thin air. Thins air that explodes into nonexistence.
So I ask, what is so beautiful about this haunting reality we call life? What light shines that makes it a gift? Because from my point of view, the only light that shines is the fear beneath my eyes.
They say life is a prize but I don’t see the glory in it. For me, it takes weeks to burn down every flame surrounding my heart’s beat and to melt the ice keeping me from catching my breath. So how long would it take for me to have normal heartbeat rates and breathing at a normal pace. I say never.
I always fall into an ocean full of knives freexing me into nothing but thin air. Thins air that explodes into nonexistence.
So I ask, what is so beautiful about this haunting reality we call life? What light shines that makes it a gift? Because from my point of view, the only light that shines is the fear beneath my eyes.
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