“Death is a cold, blindfolded kiss.
It is the finger pressed upon our lips.
It puts an unwanted emphasis
On how we should have lived.
Life is a gorgeous, broken gift.
Six billion + pieces waiting to be fixed.
Love letters that were never signed,
Sent to where we live.
But the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard
Is that I don’t have to have the answers,
Just a little light to call my own.
Though it pales in comparison
To the overarching shadows,
A speck of light can reignite the sun
And swallow darkness whole.”
~Sleeping At Last “Emphasis”
