Can’t you see that this fabric is crumpled and wrinkled? Is it not dull and lifelessly pale? Is the significance of blue not gloom and doom? Is its thread not scruffy and tattered? Doesn’t its natural vibrance seem scattered? Its hue appears to be fading. I recognize it not, where is its innocent giggle?
Did you intend to tint it when you snatched it away from me in darkness during the dark night of the soul? Examine closely: where is its fibre? The smile is faked. The frame is frail and lean. Your embrace is pathetically weak and half-hearted. The look avoids an exchange, can’t you see? Not even a sleeveless apparel is able to entice a direct gaze during this trivial big-bang? This image is desolately barren and disconnected; it is a distantly loveless pose. Don’t you know that candles bring neither warmth nor energy, only temporary light?
Ah, I see: right now, this fabric desperately seeks solace and a titled status in the solar system. Do you seek the same, you black-hole? Why do you continue to grow by absorbing mass from your own surroundings?
We are all aware that freedom is the cornerstone of love, aren’t you? Hence setting it free was a will, not an offering.
The wound is still tendered.
Reincarnation is real and inevitable…cast your eye and watch space; stars shine in the distant ocular. The aortic arch glows gracefully; it pumps purely. Therefore, sunrise is certain. Venus shall step-up and like a galaxy, this same fabric of time and space shall self-revive and its vigorous vitality will return – look, the milky-way is already visibly clear.
Certainly, soon the soul shall consciousness regain and only printed graphics will be in your hand; a veil-less void will be in your heart emitting radiation. Then, the great rift shall be no more. Orbit shall halt and the thread will reconnect healthily and weaves itself vibrantly back to Light … with peace and love.
Certainly, soon the soul shall consciousness regain and only printed graphics will be in your hand; a veil-less void will be in your heart emitting radiation. Then, the great rift shall be no more. Orbit shall halt and the thread will reconnect healthily and weaves itself vibrantly back to Light … with peace and love.
Talk about love, it never dies . . . !
#predicted endings#
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