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[ceruleanrequiem]

It is 3.05am leprechaun time, and I decided to write something random before I hit the hay. While midst my random writings a thought occured to me. Eveyone seeks to find beauty, we strive to create, to buy, to encourage others. For this I am glad, for I benefit from all such things. But, let us not forget that there is the already created, the lust and passion of nature. An oil painting most haunting already before us. It is in my delirous state of exhaustion, that I say. Stop a while, relax, take in that about you, do not seek it, for it is already there.

Drip, drop.
The hollow echo of time.
Age and time dance,
I am forever changed.

People, places that I once knew.
Pale in frightening contrast to those I do not.
It seems I am ever-bound to wander this life.
Head canted, in a gaze exponential.

Serenity given life, flickers in search for attention.
But alone it is left to weep.
The beauty of this world no longer stands still,
Yet receeds to a place most dark.

My journey carries onwards.
The remaining beauty, I will find.
Drip, drop.
The sound of time gaining upon me.

For years I did wander,
And nothing I did find.

Upon a simple stone I sit.
Fading vision drinking in the last few moments of life.
Drip, drop.
The music of rain upon my head.
The beauty in which nature swirls.

It is finaly clear to me.