Sucks to be Bare.

by vermismeridiem

You are not sure if it’s the full moon tonight, or there is simply something menacing in the air for all to breathe it in and exhale out  their abounding miseries—

Blaming nature: the heat, the cold, the snow, the rain, the storms, the floods, the moon, and the sun; it’s the safest way to go. They are larger than life, so you won’t have to sound small and human by attributing the tragedy to other individuals.

All is said so there is nothing left to say. You kindly but unwillingly let them have their victories; in the end, it’s all irrelevant to you as to who gets in the last word.

You

Just

Cannot

Believe

Why

It

Must

Be

So

Difficult.

In life, we plan and plan; neglecting the haunting thought of sweet death and no tomorrow.

All is temporary

Yet no one

Dares

To

Believe in

The possibility—

Of

Provisional desire

Manifesting

Beautifully into

An Indestructible Endless.

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