What does life mean to you, at this particular moment in time?

For me, life is sitting on my balcony, overstocked with chairs

Savouring the taste of my last cigarette late on a Sunday night

Looking out onto an empty school yard, the whistling wind brushing up against the leaves of a hundred year old tree

Where the cicadas sing under flickering stars suspended in a deep and dark blue sky

I am 26 years old, a brain ticking away within the body of a young man

Thinking of my dear beloved on her long journey home

And there isn’t much more to be told, in all honesty

As the story of my life on this one day at 26 years is rather simple

Yet I hope to remember it, and value this moment of self reflection

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It isn’t about the loot

Or the fear on people’s faces

It’s all about me returning

To my most natural and comfortable state

The rewards may be plenty

Allowing me to live that ‘normal’ life

And yet, on the contrary

The appeal is in the danger of losing it all

It’s the adrenalin that surges through me

Entirely organically and through mere circumstance

Not coaxed or tricked by a bungee jump or sky dive

Pumping through my veins as a simple matter of fact

My gun is pointed at no one

It is just an extension of me

For behind the balaclava you might see the eyes

Of somebody in bliss; alive at that moment

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A candle doesn’t need to be lit

In order to be a candle

A candle doesn’t need to be of its original appearance either

So long as it can still be lit

Melted down into trails of dripping wax

Solid now and preserving a state of what once was

Warm or cold and in any shape or form, I will light you if you allow me

For You, my dear, are my candle

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If they know not of their own beauty

Then I will tell them how so very they are

But how to define such a thing to those without vision

With no concept of the colours upon which I depend?

I will tell them then that it is a joy

Beyond all that is visible in light

And that seeing is not nearly enough

To fully grasp the weight of sensation carried

I will tell them also that beauty should be shared

Beauty in day and in the darkness of night

Otherwise a smile in vain is for no one at all

An allure lost to the blind when its essence is false

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