clinging tightly to an icy branch
winter's breath is a blast of death
a simple sparrow enthralls me
fighting desperately to live tonight
...
through life we make choices
in what we think and believe
it shapes what we perceive
often it filters and protects us
...
time is
a change in entropy
a gradual wearing down
with everything
...
words come to me
when I can no longer write
as I try to sleep late at night
as my hands tremble and shake
...
I have always thought of you
each separately
my angel and my wife
but you are one with me
...
time is a bubble
caught up in reality
something we can navigate
but can not see
...
any rose given
would only be a symbol
of the love I have for you
a sentimental message
...
an old friend died last week
caused by his own hand
the whys and wherefores
I kind of understand
...
Everybody dies
death is the conclusion of each and every life
it's not if and how we die but how we live our lives
and the legacies we leave
...
does time accelerate
at the center of the universe
and does it stop dead still
at the universe's periphery
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