the last page.

i see the end of days, and my instinct is to explore the world, maybe rather recklessly, because it will stop spinning soon.

in the eclipse of my core, i'd try to find the light's brightest source to blot out the remaining shadows.

i'd seek the highest highs, so my last breath would gasp a wonderful breathlessness.

i'd unearth and share a love till its last drop.

i'd put my heart in my hand and give it away, because it's the only thing that makes my body alive.

every time it is surrender, because my soul doesn't thrive on lifelessness.

who i am is not mine to keep. who i am is the part & parcel that you'd like to have.