What would happen
do you think
if the astronomer,
of his own volition,
chose to eat the stars?
Would it be as if a painter
had burned all the paints in the world?
Or if a lover
had killed all the loved ones?
Or if a tree,
fallen in seclusion,
had made no sound?
Would the world stop living?
Would breath not be taken in?
Would my heart refuse to beat?
If it happens, I will say but this:
Live world, live.
Breathe all, breathe.
Beat heart, BEAT.
This is no time to stop.
There is much to be done,
much to be repaired,
much to discover,
much to live.
You are not the only one suffering
from a loss of breath.














Comments
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Married to the pen,
and we're both having an affair
with the page.
--
I went mad, of course. But I got bored with that after a while, and went sane.
--
What's hell without a little fire? [insert flamethrower]
... I'm pretty sure fire extinguishers can't heal second degree burns...
'Almost' only counts with grenades and horseshoes.
--
What's hell without a little fire? [insert flamethrower]
... I'm pretty sure fire extinguishers can't heal second degree burns...
'Almost' only counts with grenades and horseshoes.
--
Married to the pen,
and we're both having an affair
with the page.
--
What's hell without a little fire? [insert flamethrower]
... I'm pretty sure fire extinguishers can't heal second degree burns...
'Almost' only counts with grenades and horseshoes.
--
Somewhere out there is a field full of happy, hopping bunnies, all rolling around on the green grass and cooing happily at the stars, whispering among themselves: "This is forever."
I want to be forever young....
--
What's hell without a little fire? [insert flamethrower]
... I'm pretty sure fire extinguishers can't heal second degree burns...
'Almost' only counts with grenades and horseshoes.
--
What's hell without a little fire? [insert flamethrower]
... I'm pretty sure fire extinguishers can't heal second degree burns...
'Almost' only counts with grenades and horseshoes.
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