lumijanis

Would you sin against your body to save your soul?
Should one go about quantifying the worth of every single atom in their being?

To envision yourself as a concept, rather than a human being, means inevitably losing track of what you are. Indulge, indulge yourself in the pursuit. Build yourself as your muse to concoct your own ideals, watch as they leave you flustered, alienated from humanity. Gravitate towards being something you are not, neither you ever want to be.

Nine moons ago you dreamt of something that has since escaped your mind. So, so fleeting; Like a flickering flame that burnt itself intensely to depletion. Your body built the dreams, erected every single monolith you've encountered so far and ever will. Yet it cannot remember, cannot act out of mercy to shut you off entirely from the warped messages it carves in each bloody pillar. You are a hostage to your will.

I'm tired, sapped, shambling about mounds of defunct interests that never bear fruit. My forked soul blisters and aches, nested in a hole-ridden melancholy, singing the same limp chorale that has cheered me up so many times before. My ears are sore.

Each step rattles my ribcage with the same bone-shattering puissance I felt when I first confessed love. Aching for the pressure of someone else snapping my bones one by one. Sweet, that was so sweet.

We are tired of being twisted, please. No more rich, conceptual, nuanced narratives; The body yearns for the predictable happy ending while the soul clashes agains the death of the self-assertion.

Would you cut your own hand off if it held you at gunpoint?
Should we pursue our own demise or just accept what's mediocre?

Sometimes I wonder. Something was lost along the way;
You two became the antagonist to eachother's story.

Soul and body are both the same.
My descent is a masterpiece they can sing along in harmony.