Poetic Justice
...without a moral objective.
It would be poetic justice if I were to leave the onlookers, stepping into a frightening scene, and began walking the road called An Ordinary Life. It would be poetic justice if doing something yet again sent my spirits soaring as though it was my very first or second revelation of being. It would be poetic justice if I began to know my role as the birds and bees know theirs within this mysterious saga, too complex to be understood through a single perspective. It would be poetic justice if I let the moment go by, waiting for my feelings to pass before taking any action or making any judgments. It would be poetic justice for me to live and die without any worry of love lasting forever, or of my coming and going.
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- Jonah · February 13‹ Canine CodependencyPrimal Clarity ›