All life
You’ve rejoiced in the sun by putting a smile
and wept under the moon, when the world is silent.
No one but only you can witness the tear-soaked pillow
And the half-life which you’ve lived
Only you know what you’ve experienced
and you know how these private experiences
have either heightened or diminished
certain aspects of the person
you are today.
And when you’re all alone looking in the mirror
at your aging face, you hear the aching howl
of your mortality, and you feel a
deep-seated anguish over your
approaching fate.
This makes you question it all.
At 2am, when you can’t sleep,
you sit up in your bed in the sheer silence
under the rainy night and you feel the
thunderstorm and the lighting
and the sounds of the rain in your veins
and you feel the pang of regret and
the dread of tomorrow and the
joy and pain of being half-alive in a
senseless but beautiful world.
You know things people don’t. You
feel things that people are too frightened
to admit — your lusts, your secrets,
your spinning demons, your shadow’s
ravenous thirst for ecstasy.
But let it happen.
Let it it happen
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