It is all one big mess (utter confusion) so frustrating it’s the greatest of manipulations.
It is the pain of wanting while knowing you can never have.
It is those hopes that are against all hope, joy in the midst of pain death sorrow.
It is bears seeds anguish, corruption & terror.
It is the angel faced demon, we all love and love to hate or the demon faced angel we turn from belittle and shun.
It is so bitter it stains your mouth and ever after will you taste it and long for that bitterness that in remembering seems so sweet.
It sucks the soul from you with its passing an act we call the passing of time.
There are so many people in such hurry to get to tomorrow, why such a hurry to die?
Now will they look back to find they never actually lived? Oh that is a digression.
It if the simplest of thins made complex, such a bitter sweet concoction upon tongue, a bit heaven and bit is hell.
It is in all our faces, forms, thoughts and dreams.
It is life.
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Submission Name: Contemplation
