Life's Little Lamentation

The sun shines an eternity of flame but that masks its true hunger for freedom. Sometimes life makes me feel just like that when I am burnt out (no pun intended), living at the expense of death, cheering on the many crumbs that could afford the truth. Yet no less than half of as much lies would cheer a falling apple. And not a single one of those truths/lies could afford longevity. That is what I crave, but there is only so much of truths which sustain, and fragility of the moment's solitude never seem enough to justify the failure to justify. An act of defiance with a little bit of courage will seek out the valor, but the timid me refused to move. Then I feel as though the sun has just expended itself, and died, and withered away. Masquerading fears seems to extol the life in me, and them spending all my energy worrying on something that does not exist, made them proud. Only the persistent immaculate being would persist, and wrongly persuade me of an otherwise uneventful setting.

Distance needs tooooooooo long an explanation for me to describe how it changed us.

Before truth there were first lies and from lies came more lies and then truth was no more and darkness seeped into my heart. Before words there were first gestures and from them came hints and then words were no more and sadness seeped into my heart. Before love there were first lies and words and from them came love and then love embraced them and happiness became us.

I wonder if there is only one word I could utter before I could die What would it be for me? What would it be for you for me? I wonder if I wonder too much I know I would have not if I would not What would I not speak, of you? What would I know? Yet, I would not know if I would have known less I know a little too much What would I gain for knowing? What would I lose if not? I could only wonder if I would only utter what you want me to, or what I would want myself do.