thoughts on frailty...

[adyingatheist]

Had a sudden urge to write at 1.30 in the morning, despite exhaustion from an 8 hour shift. Didn't know what would emerge, and this is what did. So here it is, raw and untouched.

ps: don't like the title much, any suggestions...?



Sculpt the faces out of sand;
every intricacy,
every idiosyncracy,
every gesture,
every smile,
every tear.

To breathe
is to blow your creation
into oblivion.

Craft a house built of cards;
every crooked hand,
every dirty deal,
each fated card
citing a destiny
you once thought was your own.

To breathe
is to blow your creation
into oblivion.

Place your heart on the scale of judgement;
every hardship,
every lost love,
every foolish mistake,
weighed against the Feather of Truth.

To breathe
is to blow your creation
into oblivion.

Breathe deep.