C’est la Vie
Lonliness and being lost are not necessarily a state of being or destination.
They’re moments in time where the world, in your world are at a standstill.
When you look out into the glistening ocean and see life but, feel when you look down at the still, lifeless sand that this is where your heart relates.
No emotion, no movement, No Life.
The ocean the living the sand is the dead.
After all this is where you’re buried in the end.
The only life, the bugs eating which once was your souls residing home.
Do Not dwell, Live! This is Life.
Get up and run into that ocean and feel!
Let yourself feel and be set Free; Scream at the top of your lungs
CES’T LA VIE!
They’re moments in time where the world, in your world are at a standstill.
When you look out into the glistening ocean and see life but, feel when you look down at the still, lifeless sand that this is where your heart relates.
No emotion, no movement, No Life.
The ocean the living the sand is the dead.
After all this is where you’re buried in the end.
The only life, the bugs eating which once was your souls residing home.
Do Not dwell, Live! This is Life.
Get up and run into that ocean and feel!
Let yourself feel and be set Free; Scream at the top of your lungs
CES’T LA VIE!
This Poems Story
Death can sometimes make us feel buried and Ask questions that can not possibly be answered. You need to let go and Embrace life again. Understand this is the cycle as unfair as it might be!
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