Within Myself
to be stuck in one place in
time is exhausting. to let my
thoughts actually wander
about, thinking of sublime
things are quite easy
especially when death
is so beautiful to me.
my thoughts always bring
me back to the sense of
peace. but could i really
challenge that? could
death only be an illusion
of the beauty within myself?
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