How freeing of a thought:
instead of worrying about leaving a legacy,
to leave no trace of one's existence.
How liberating indeed!

There are some days we can claim and there are other days that claim us.

At a night like this,
where it's just me and the yellow moon,
I feel complete.

We exist only to exist.

You think I'm giving up. I'm not. I'm giving in.

You must be more alive than life.
You must see darkness dance
and hear silence sing.
You must be more awake than light
for we aren’t born sleeping
and we shouldn’t live sleeping.
Only then will death’s slumber
become sweet.