We are moments in time
Defined by infinite energy
And limited by life.
We are divine creations,
Breathing as long as a blink of an eye,
Feeling tormenting emotions
Questioning the reasons of our limiting existence.
We are universal children,
Having Earth as a playground
Moulding ourselves in shapes that eternally hurt us
Not knowing how to escape the limiting lines.
We are divine creation
Stranded in past and future illusions
Escaping the universal seconds given to us.
We are moments in time
Flesh carcasses of blended sorrows and delights
Not having a chance to challenge
What fate has destined for us.
We are moments in time
Trying to accept the ephemeral existence
Which burdens us with its cruel countdown.
We are destined to be the forgotten moments in time
Built on the sounds of collective remembrance
Telling the stories of the souls we were once.
Lots of love,
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