she inhaled the weight of the world
with each breath
and with each exhale
fell deeper into the collapsed walls
of a dream
that she once called
life
and she knew
that even if her body kept moving
aimlessly
in the direction of death
as all living forms do
still her soul would fail
prematurely
and the laws of how to live a life
did not apply anymore
as nothing else mattered
inside her fading brain
except a lurking passion
that she could not shake
and she knew
there were only moments
to waste
amidst the years
that would pass
in an instant
and so she wrote
Keep writing my Sweet Tay. And, yes – you still got it! This is awesome.
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