Dedication
Dedication
The world falls apart.
The world is your hands stretched when
Something within me is a rock worth climbing.
When the reality is worth inhaling.
When the Moon cuts the sanity with its light.
I cannot quit.
I wish I could.
I cannot quit.
I wish I could.
I cannot depict what’s going on.
I wish I could.
We fit perfectly
like fire and black soil,
like disaster and silence,
like pain and victory,
like solemn July nights
and gruesome routine.
I wish I could find shelter
and conceal my haughtiness from the past,
our questions revealing the dark side of being,
our routes unknown.
In my life’s equation
you are thorn, silk and embers.
There is more to dedication than mere events.
I cannot quit.
I wish I could.
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