Memento Mori
I daydream in colours and perish in my own self righteousness. I’ve consumed myself
by thoughtless words and actions. I’ve kissed the sweet lips of death, only to be pulled
back into the world of physical being by a force I cannot explain. I’ve touched the sky
and bathed in the crystal waters that lie beyond the world of the flesh.
Dim memories ignite emotions that I cannot begin to comprehend. My instincts are animalistic and
society attempts to curtail all that is me for fear of retribution and destruction of their self serving illusions.
I dream in colours and let the stars seduce my mind in ways that man never can. Their earnesty and honesty ricochet through me and captivate me in time in memorial. The gold of their consciousness is alluring and mind altering. I ache for its sweetness and the comfort it provides me with.
I was born of matter and of man. Of chaos and sin. Of light and redemption.
I long to know if my life will be fruitful or if the soil in which I came from is barren.
I am the byproduct of biology and chance. And who will tend to the canvas of my dreams
when I grow cold and decay? Will my eternal consciousness on this earth be swept away in
the event of my death? If there is a beginning does it mean that there is also an end?
I am a creature of matter and I know that one day it will cease to church.
I will ascend into the cosmos and live in eternal paradise among the stars and flames of the gods.
But I think I have been awakened to my truth. That I am apart of something extraordinary, even if not everyone can see it. There is no substitute for what I am, what I’ve become and what I’ve achieved. There are times where I’ve taken impossible leaps and the most demeaning sacrifices and for what? Hideous ridicule will forever echo through my sense of being. It will echo into the beings of my descendants, guiding them through all of space and time.
It is in my sadness and utter destain that I’m able to taste the most delicious and exquisite fruit that life has to offer. I’m unbound by false idols and unholy truths. I see my life for what it is and for what it can become. I am the byproduct of fate, yet I am also the architect of my destruction.
by thoughtless words and actions. I’ve kissed the sweet lips of death, only to be pulled
back into the world of physical being by a force I cannot explain. I’ve touched the sky
and bathed in the crystal waters that lie beyond the world of the flesh.
Dim memories ignite emotions that I cannot begin to comprehend. My instincts are animalistic and
society attempts to curtail all that is me for fear of retribution and destruction of their self serving illusions.
I dream in colours and let the stars seduce my mind in ways that man never can. Their earnesty and honesty ricochet through me and captivate me in time in memorial. The gold of their consciousness is alluring and mind altering. I ache for its sweetness and the comfort it provides me with.
I was born of matter and of man. Of chaos and sin. Of light and redemption.
I long to know if my life will be fruitful or if the soil in which I came from is barren.
I am the byproduct of biology and chance. And who will tend to the canvas of my dreams
when I grow cold and decay? Will my eternal consciousness on this earth be swept away in
the event of my death? If there is a beginning does it mean that there is also an end?
I am a creature of matter and I know that one day it will cease to church.
I will ascend into the cosmos and live in eternal paradise among the stars and flames of the gods.
But I think I have been awakened to my truth. That I am apart of something extraordinary, even if not everyone can see it. There is no substitute for what I am, what I’ve become and what I’ve achieved. There are times where I’ve taken impossible leaps and the most demeaning sacrifices and for what? Hideous ridicule will forever echo through my sense of being. It will echo into the beings of my descendants, guiding them through all of space and time.
It is in my sadness and utter destain that I’m able to taste the most delicious and exquisite fruit that life has to offer. I’m unbound by false idols and unholy truths. I see my life for what it is and for what it can become. I am the byproduct of fate, yet I am also the architect of my destruction.
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