There isn\u2019t a lot that frightens me.
\nnot anymore<\/p>\n
Anyway. It would seem that maybe death<\/p>\n
Should<\/p>\n
But it won\u2019t. It can\u2019t. It doesn\u2019t. Stepping outside, the sun burns.<\/p>\n
A fire in an aqua sky. Sustaining life, yet scorching, enough to maim<\/p>\n
Without even a semblance of pain.<\/p>\n
Then take the Ocean,<\/p>\n
My lady. My love. Gaze upon her vastness and tremble.<\/p>\n
(Shut the fuck up.) Such endless wet, salty, terrain. Undiscoverable.<\/p>\n
What a thrilling luxury though, to watch the waves crash.<\/p>\n
An Endless roaring symphony.<\/p>\n
With grasping arms, strong, wiry, ancient arms.<\/p>\n
Sturdy enough to rip you out into its blue mouth<\/p>\n
And then for a second consider the wind.<\/p>\n
A force, unseen, unheard. Using the trees and the waves of the earth as the messenger.<\/p>\n
The most chaotic, In my opinion.<\/p>\n
(does anyone give a fuck what I think)<\/p>\n
Using trees as the bringer of its message.<\/p>\n
That the end comes for us all.<\/p>\n
Not a whole lot scares me anymore<\/p>\n
Least of all death, but (but)<\/p>\n
When I am to go<\/p>\n
Let it be the cradling arms of the waves<\/p>\n
Or the swift silence of the wind<\/p>\n
Or the immense gaze of the sun<\/p>\n
That puts me in the darkness of the earth. (To stay or to live again?) Time keeps that secret.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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