Night time withering

As the night grows old and withers in the dark, i think to myself how my life could have start, with ones great sorrow a great cry from a heart, one would think that this life, our only life, was an art…..the way its colorfully painted with death beside despair, one would think the trail of life could never disappear but with one quick wish and understanding of your fear, you will once again know that the light was always there. P.s: energy is exposed by the light in the air, but the universe knows that there’s light every where….. Maybe web theory or string (my version of Webb theory)


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