It confounds your thoughts to hold still and venture closer to the edge of nothingness, it almost compells your soul to simply forsake it's last breath and in the moment you begining to dancing it captures the essence of what and all you were and will be.
It doesn't ask you for the meaning of your life, but rather what meaning have you inspired in life. What good are a thousand words if none can redeem your soul's desire?, what good is the meaning of heavens promise if your delight is simply to dance in the arms of a forsaken soul? would heaven understand if paradise is in the bowels of hell with the lover that lost their soul, would God forgive you if you desire not the golden gates but rather the bed of tormented souls.
It's not an eloquent prayer to God, but rather a convicted letter to one's soul that no longer desire to know the breath of peace but one that wish to bring peace to its own soul with the corrupted essence of a kiss that for reasons unknown, you can't wipe away.
do you know what the night gave up in order to capture the day? it convince God that heaven is nothing with out the warmth of a lovers touch consumed in longing and absence.
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