He wears the tapestry of his life draped across his soul like some sort of doom, some sort of gloom, when all along it was giving him wings to soar above every single tomb. A heart cracked wide finally allows his eyes to see what before they'd always denied: the subtle rhythms of life that speak to him, the pulse of a world balanced precariously on the blade of a knife. He stops to listen, he starts to breathe... inside a child's vision slowly returning to the place it ought to be. For within the darkness he had found a single trail of light. When always before it had been obscured by never ending bright. In his journey from hell's embrace to heaven's gate he finally found the self that never fades and never doubts. A wayward star, once sure and tall a mighty oak - that desired to experience a fall in order to one day stand for one and all. X 09/02/2024 © Raena Exe 2024 *All rights reserved.
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