speak in tongues.
Beneath the midnight sleep:
seasons come flooding like the touch of a first love,
in vibrant black, blue, and indigo hues,
that every unholy eye can see.
Sit here in silence:
question the purpose of existence,
and the arrival of a new year.
what good has man done for life?
what does life expect of man?
maybe life is a dream,
a subtle reflection of the infinite spiral we call physics,
or maybe God is a woman,
always changing, never pleased,
likely the latter.
To compare thee to a summers day is to speak in tongues to a sunflower,
for he does not possess the skill of listening to religious endeavors
because summer is always fading,
never to stay,
a new dawn arises,
but time continues to drag us towards death;
no hope for survival.
Acceptance is a peace of mind.
Acceptance is weakness.
Acceptance is strength.
the new year is not a celebration
but a reminder:
Everything loved will expire.