I Look in to a Grave…

I look in to a grave and pray that it’s not mine. I look in to my soul for shelter and comfort sublime. Time will always pass by, though stop it we may try. There is a certain end for all, that will inevitably take us away. From our loved ones, our ambitions, our rituals we follow every day.

Take the time to cherish time, appreciate it for what it’s worth. We are only granted a short stay, here, on this Earth. Look in to each moment and feel it in your heart. Let it become a part of your soul, don’t let the memory part. It’s the minuscule details we pass off like the wind, the little things in life that we once took comfort in. These are the things we must once again open our eyes to, and see, we must remember the first time and it’s beauty. Like a child, exploring, enjoying everything for it’s simple beauty and grace. Don’t forget the little beauties… until with death you are faced.


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