There’s a certain beauty to life alone.
A certain finesse to the fine art of dying in no ones arms but your own.
I’ve lost count of the seconds slowly rolling into days.
Those things were never ours anyway.
It’s funny …
The noises your mind will come up with to keep time floating in oceans with little salt.
At first you know it’s just the children in your head playing.
Then you begin to doubt as shadows creep out.
Humans can die from any number of ailments …
A common cold to a lightening strike,
Historic rejection or morbid curiosity,
It’s what makes us the same.
At least that’s what they say.
Maybe I relied too much on silence in those days.
My shadows frolic through the roaring break.
They toss their hands to the wind
And dance the steps to heaven.
I don’t imagine they’ll let me live.
Word Count: 147
A write for What Pegman Saw. This weeks location is St. Helena island. For more information and rules visit the link. To read more stories click the blue froggy below.
Art of Dying is also a song by George Harrison, not really much in common with this piece but still nice to listen to.
That was Lovely Kelley. I have listed all the ways to kill a person, but never all the ways one might die. this makes me want to try it,,
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It could get to be a pretty long list I think. Thanks for reading!
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Wow, this is tight, I love it! Such strength, and freedom. I thought the second line was my favorite until I got to the last four: ka-boom.
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Thank you so much!
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Such a moving piece. Tragic and sad, lonely and lovely all at once..
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Thank you!
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