On the Spirit

Tuesday, October 02, 2012 K.Z. Freeman 0 Comments

When oceans collide and stars die, we are reborn through endless fire. We breathe and we battle our minds, we struggle and lunge forth in ever-increasing strides. When that which was deemed enough and sought after is achieved, we see the divide and realize this object was not our true desire. When our hearts turn sour and we think of what we need, we find only more fire. But its flames are of no colour that we can see, no colour that this world can craft for you, or for me. It is an undefinable thing that we are after, in the end, realizing this only when there in nothing left for us but the hereafter, the bitter end. And when in the grip of dying we draw our last breath, life reveals to us and we realize, there is no more time left.