Create a path, it’ll be okay
No, it’ll all end one day.
Bliss awaits, if you choose to see
I don’t want anything, let me be.
I’m comfortable in misery
She bottled sunshine for me before she went away,
it was to be opened when my skies turned gray.
Her note read, You’ll never forget me
let my light illuminate your path,
let my warm embrace uncover your peace.
when my created path skewed,
life hanging by a thread…
Bottled sunshine veiled beneath layers of dust
hopeful hands twist the lid
its insides shimmer.
I open, taken by a warm light
on a lit path
with my deceased.
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