Jun 12


I can feel your heartbeat from up here.

Pulsing gently under my consciousness.

Like the rain pattering like an army on the roof.

Silence falls in the wake of enlightenment.

Realization on the topic of death

and beauty on top of a pool

of reflection.

One way to go is to leave and hide

away from the troubles of the world.

Another is to cry with unappreciated acceptation.

And the last is to spend the end of

time doing the things you like,

with the people you love, at the places you desire.

those few that choose choice over reason

will find everything, anything, everything in sight.
About the Author: fire girl
" to choose to write is to reject silence" - Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie