Ashes burnt smelled exactly like
the inhalation of first breath.
May be that's what life is.
It wasn't suffocating, at least for once;
liberation, as they say, is the highest form of purity.
For all I realize, death feels nothing like pathos. Liberation from chaos, you see?
All the happiness and sorrow in the
world came down to dark particles of
burnt bones and bruised flesh. Nothing more.
For all I realize, the war is within and so shall you conquer the roots.
Liberation floats with the wings of purity
And stings with the blood of hatred.
For all I realize, love is the highest form of nothingness,
and so shall you love yourself first.
and so shall you love yourself first.
Last lines are true ♥ I appreciate it πππ
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