Reality

what once was strong and firm is now a fading memory, for the tree that stood the test of time, nurturing it's seeds to grow as the life drains us.
yes it is now old and it seems that the anger we feel, is just the fear of being without the tree, for we know that, nothing is beyond our control.
we hold this life in a moment and the time will come, all of us will fade, just fade and be a mere memory.

SomeHow

i can never explain the days of my light that lingers through my existence, undying is the urge of my every breathe that i make, i fall into the eyes of my life, following this light forever i'll be following this light.

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the light between the days of my night comes lingering to the blissful flight of the soul, i can never explain.