Tragic

Wallowing in the emptiness

Questioning the perceptions of false reality

False happiness, why do we exist?

How do we become a collective? Our collective of pain

War, torture, suffering, Death

Darkness falls. Silence

Shh…..

One. Two. Move. STOP!

One. Two. Move .STOP!

Pray, wait cry, repeat

BANG … Silence. 

…. . .-.. .--.

Our collective

The course of pain in this myopic tragedy

Sweet momento mori

Yet still…

Faint beauty of life is unpredictable

Stunning as a matter of fact

Have you ever seen a butterflies wings?

Or rain falling into the gleaming surface of a waterfall?

Sweet music of a child’s laughter

Heartbeat between one life and the next

Rebirth of old into new

Connected by one soul, one path, one destiny

Skies ablaze with fiery burst of scarlet and gold

Cooled with the delicate flares of violet and tendrils of darkness

To be litten from the galaxy far away

By tiny creatures, fireflies, glowing faintly

What is this tragic life?

Scotoma of the collective? Dismissal of the beauty?

 But what is truly tragic is the collective as one never aware

Of true beauty

Never comprehending true beauty

And what is that you ask? Well that is a long kept secret

A secret for those who gaze at the stars

Dreaming of a future. Loving in the present. Learning from the past

I shan’t spoil it for you! But here is your hint

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