kaleroy

They say legends are what we should all come to seek, Be epic, Leave a trail that all want to follow. . . Why? Why not be as soothing as the storm, Or chaotic as the wilds, Or you could do something even more potent, Something most look down on even though they tell you otherwise, Could you dare doing it, Could you even fathom being something so oddly unique as yourself Being so natural and happy in your own skin, Finding the beauty in all your waking imperfections for they are as they were meant to be. They all are jealous of that, It worries them, Being so simple as to be you Even that has its complexities, It comes with being human, Being

No one is here, the silence is damn near magical, I’ve been dancing here for a while, Sunlight sneaking in through cracked glass, Time etches by like phantoms do Always slightly out of touch. . . But one was never truly able to touch. I adore this somber waltz, Self-sustaining like the plague doctor in times of old, Churning whispers like voices in a blender, Hospital beds in void realms, None are resting, They all got up and left ages ago, I know because I asked them to, I suggested a continuation from their still existence Perhaps motioning a mass philosophical renewal among the damned, Why sleep, Why simply rot, Whilst we could wal