Upon this day, comes the whispers of a long-forgotten calling…
Don’t be blinded by such useless vanities. You’re more important than just a mere feeling.
We lock eyes, forever hovering between that moment of contact and that moment of forever longing.
It begins as a hymn and a simple whistle. But as more and more people gather, it builds up like a mighty crescendo.
For every breathe of life, there is a sigh of death. For every act of kindness, there is an act of hatred. For every moment of joy, there is one of sorrow. For every beginning, there is an end.
This piece was inspired by a recent whirlwind of events related to immense inner-growth. Without further delay, let me share a piece of my soul with you.
The direct arrow was followed by an unknown voice. “Watch your back; Death was soon upon you.”