We can travel through time
by gazing at stars
from light-years away,
we assume that life is temporary,
meaningless,
fleeting,
but the souls on planets
light-years away
with telescopes much stronger
than what we can fathom
will continue to observe
years after your death
and their judgment will remind your
that while life is ephemeral
yours will last forever,
and you assume you hold no meaning
yet you inspire
and aspire
and lie under soft lights
as you whisper the truth
of the goddess within.
I am not a tragic ending or a storm below the stirring Earth, I am not your empty vessel nor am I a glass of dirt. I have never been full of fear and yet somehow I know that the end is near. I may not
Belonging is difficult and sometimes a battle on a field littered with bones. Those of us who never got a say in this destiny lay awaiting a future of souls rather than shells but we did not know. I a
Fragments of myself fell off until I had lost them all, I had lost the soul until I was nothing but a performing shell- I had forgotten who I was because I tried so hard to fit, I never wanted to but