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O, we will all succumb,

we will all succumb.

Our human stories are threads, 

We senselessly sensefully tangle up with on another, 

All while time works to untangle us, 

Before throwing us into the pocket of love, 

Where we tangle all over again, 

Be knotted!! 

It is intriguing that one exists at all, 

Suspended only for a moment of time, 

In the grand scheme, 

A droplet breaks, 

Union calls. 

Our finite existence, 

Paired with near infinite experience. 

Both of which, 

Wane on the edges of consciousness, 

How do we make sense of it all?

We both live to die,

While we die to live, 

Perhaps we are only meant to fill our stories, 

No matter the impact or the grandness, 

The universe and time, 

Will work to slowly transform, 

Your finest creations, 

Love death,

love death,  

A sunset’s dying blush, 

Envelopes the sky in blissful gold, 

Now, find the beauty in human death.

This moment brief, 

These moments brief,

it’s impression everlasting, 

This life brief,

impact everlasting, 

An aggregate of moments upon moments, 

Death, a recurring phenomena, 

Life, recurring as well, 

It’s all a balance, 

Of these two forces, 

So break free from them. 

I am lucky, 

I should’ve died years ago, 

As in accordance with Nature, 

But here I am, 

Permitted to continue on, 

For all of us, 

We are unaware of how fragile life is, 

And how quickly it can be taken away, 

Each breathe, sensation good or bad, blink, and second is a gift, 

Do show gratitude, 

To be alive during a storm is nothing short of a miracle.