Death is my horizon

evenwheniLie

Death is my horizon, it is the start of everyday, it consumes my reality like the sun on a hot summer day…. Life’s experiences are merely where the lights and shadows fall, an optical illusion that creates depth where there is none, time where there is none. It is like the crackling of the sun being heard through the silence of empty space, it’s power is complete and all consuming.. of which there is no escape. Our philosophical potions can not bend her or even pluck a hair off the monstrous womb that’s in constant display, for it is invincible in every way, it is the true black hole that science and religion can’t just explain away…

  • Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 12th, 2022 20:45
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  • L. B. Mek

    but maybe
    that gleaned wisdom of yield
    from our survival's
    perseverance, can highlight
    sensations
    to imbue meaning, in our suffering
    or
    maybe, not
    in the words of Nas:
    'Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high
    'Cause you never know when you're gonna go'
    (thanks for sharing)

    • evenwheniLie

      Attempting to show understanding of all levels of our existence, happiness is painted on a canvas of suffering. This understanding brings acceptance, acceptance brings peace.

      • L. B. Mek

        Amen!
        (I read and learn, thank you)



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