This is my beginning:
crimson skies, the velvet days, green patches of light, the ethereal rattle of leaves, that sensation of life passing through kaleidoscopes of sun rays, the evergreen dust of the earth under painted soles of feet, arms and hands and bodies reaching for another, the palm against a palm, the ballad of flesh pressed against flesh,
exhausting, timid, obliterating, how the light shines, the shallows awake upon life's bells, upon a sparrows call.
let all the conglomerations of the happiest essentials shine at the most amiable light, for there you may find an inexorable joy in simply living under clouds and stars and arbitrary passion.
an infinite moment passes, ephemeral, how it slides against times motion, against the heartbeat of a human cell.
the transient frames of photographs your old dusty cabinets carry, may hold with them the scrutiny of time, may hold with them no more a glance.
funny, how it may be haunted by the past, may be discarded in the future, these phantom memories you dare keep.
nonetheless, it is beautiful, thriving within its colour, prosperous with its own magnificence
Because you see, I will grow newer limbs and newer beginnings, and as I bloom into vivacious ecstasy, whose tears are no longer so still with sadness, no longer trembling with anger, whose skin is now a holy testimony,
whose bare bones no longer wither in crippling fear or anxiety, whose blood pumps so very freely, so very free for I am a human being don't you see?
I will continue fighting for vitality. for the world is a sullen place. it is our sheer job as humans, to contribute just a tiny ounce of happiness to ignite mankind.
and so this will be my end:
Humanity set on fire.
