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Memoir
i want to express everything i ever tried to as eloquently as words allow, and i want to impress my ideas upon those around me and eventually maybe even imprint the world with an insignia, a symbol of my struggle, my effort to achieve, my desperate selfless fight against self-loathing, just to see it through to the end.
i want to write endless volumes of poetry without rhythm or rhyme and prose so poetic that it makes you break down in tears at just the thought of your existence in the here, the now.
i want to love and to have been loved so much so that not even death can separate our atoms once they transcend our lives and become one with the cosmos, a death so permanent that even time can't absolve the wound.
i want all this, and i want to die young and by my own hand, so that i can never even begin to accomplish any of my dreams, to see anything through or to have any of my desires realized.
i want to experience the innate beauty of the cycle of life by defying it and leaving nothing but dust in my wake.
i don't want to be remembered, i want to be lost and forgotten, in the end impressing nothing but a six foot hole in the ground among countless other identical plots.
i never want to make anything more of my life but an empty space in the memories of everyone i ever cared about.
but that doesn't mean that when it comes down to it i want nothing.
i want the essence of my life, my time here on this earth to live on forever in the hearts and minds and souls that also fly the flag of the fallen sparrow, lying forlorn in the ashes of what once was a beautiful phoenix.
i want to write endless volumes of poetry without rhythm or rhyme and prose so poetic that it makes you break down in tears at just the thought of your existence in the here, the now.
i want to love and to have been loved so much so that not even death can separate our atoms once they transcend our lives and become one with the cosmos, a death so permanent that even time can't absolve the wound.
i want all this, and i want to die young and by my own hand, so that i can never even begin to accomplish any of my dreams, to see anything through or to have any of my desires realized.
i want to experience the innate beauty of the cycle of life by defying it and leaving nothing but dust in my wake.
i don't want to be remembered, i want to be lost and forgotten, in the end impressing nothing but a six foot hole in the ground among countless other identical plots.
i never want to make anything more of my life but an empty space in the memories of everyone i ever cared about.
but that doesn't mean that when it comes down to it i want nothing.
i want the essence of my life, my time here on this earth to live on forever in the hearts and minds and souls that also fly the flag of the fallen sparrow, lying forlorn in the ashes of what once was a beautiful phoenix.
Published 1st Mar 2014
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