Perhaps it was more than what I needed. More than what I wanted. More than what I could see, more than what was possible. It would have been like calling an ocean calm. What about what's underneath, the caverns, the trenches, the living and dead buried beneath salt waters and lost kingdoms. All this is happening, yet my skin stays on my bones, and I do not break. Why have I not broken? Only God knows, I suppose. How the planet is hungry for this flesh of mine. How unfair, how unfair is this life? To where I have nothing but my skin and bones, my muscles and joints. My eyes and ears. My nose and mouth. Until I'm done. Until all I have left is my brain in my heart. And when my brain is gone, all I have is my heart. And it beats in sync with the pulse of nature. And it won't stop until my lungs stop. And when they stop, it'll keep beating a little bit more. Until I'm done. Until I'm finished. But I suppose that's fine. I suppose we all die eventually. Eventually, but not soon. Anything but soon. Because it's not really death I fear. It's what comes after it.
- Where Nothing Gold Can Stay
- JoinedJuly 4, 2016