In the event that one day my mind malfunctions and ceases to exist, I pray that I have lived enough to be overcome with bliss as I sink into the abyss. To simply hear the laughter of my children or to wipe away their tears when they are afraid, would be adequate compensation for the neuroses; possibly even a fair trade. I want to be able to reflect on the lines of my face with pride, free from remorse and full of grace as I replay my memories of better times. Devoid of guilt and confident in the life that I have built, I will live my life in such a way that even the process of remembering it is a thrill. Every adventure containing enough excitement for one lifetime, each challenge accepted not just for the opportunity but the lesson it would provide. By seizing each new day and being thankful for every breath, I am not afraid to accept that all good things come to an end. Equipped with the knowledge that we all arrive here with an expiration date, I have always believed that we are the masters of our own fate. By taking the reins and accepting that which we cannot change, we ensure that every moment counts until we arrive at our soul's final interchange. Though two roads diverged in a yellow wood, I chose to appreciate the allure of both instead of accepting, like everyone else, that only one could possibly be good. I want my future hands to be intricately carved with deep, discerning lines to tell the story, of a man who understood the value of everything in all its magnificence and glory. Unburdened of grudges that only make us uglier day by day, I plan to forgive, forget and fumble on without allowing hatred to lead me astray. Every second will be cherished as time can not be wasted, my mouth will fill with flavour as I thank God for all of the wonderful foods I was fortunate enough to have tasted. I know I will be fine when I reach the finish line, despite the loss of my mind, I will still know that all the love I have ever received was enough to transcend space, consciousness and time.
Time stood still for nary a soul, it dragged its feet, aching and old. Blistering heat that made us melt, we were once softer than silk felt. Hallowed hearts wind whistled through, covered in bruises, black and blue. Hardly broken, but maybe bent, running on empty and love spent. There comes a day in all our lives, when our failures cut deep as knives. But you shall remain a triumph, you stayed with me, like a science. Words were whispered, curses, we'd shout, until the blood drained from our mouths. Yesterday—softer than silk felt; seems like all we do these days is yell.
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