19h
“On hope” (little poem inspired by all the posts shared about it on your page a long time ago that I forgot to share)
When all is said and done
Will it matter?
Only if you care, dear self
The question is not whether it will matter
But if at the end I will care at all
And what does it mean to not care at the end?
To look upon your face
And not be stirred at all
A branch of some old tree
Ripped from it as we all are from the womb
To poke a dead body
A true death that will be
If I look upon your face and nothing in me moves
Well, if I die tonight
You could make a zombie out of me
And that's on hope
A terrifying prospect
A horrifying thing
omg…. thank you so much for sharing, dear anon, this is beautiful 🩶
