Sunday, February 2, 2014

We are what we choose to be.

Before we came into existence,
And long after we were gone,
The moonbeams kissed our graves,
For we lived with hope.
In everything that was in between,
We flowed like the river,
Separating two shores,
Never standing still.
In the eyes of the eternal soul,
We were but dust floating in the sunbeams,
Yet we searched for the universe,
In everything that was stardust.
For there lay the truth,
In all its beauty and brutality.
We were what we chose to be,
My dearest friend.

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