What is to become of darkness when it situates it’s life in the shade of light?
Life after life spent in solitary reign, bored.
Bored out of my mind.
a terrain that matched the shade of my body so fluently; that at times I anticipated absolute consumption.
Of my self, and my own
Size is subjective
Words like tiny; I use with deliberate satire. As there is no greater relativity than the human concept of space and time. A caricature of a greater parable we leisurely have chosen to not yet adhere to. Our bravery laying smothered and bound by comfort; suffocated by familiarity.
I am tired
I am prepared to send back; my embalmed story as a tribute, a relic; outdated and negligible
I am prepared to embody a enigmatic muse;
to be a shadow if only to bring forth something greater
a light beyond my measure
This tribute; perhaps a trade, or a consolation gift; for a queen long since over due; for a healthy dose of unknown.
A longing; tossed swiftly to the wind.