Date: 5-25-2024
Gem's p.o.v
Embers and sparks, oh, these mild hot temperatures.
The different hats that you wear everyday bewilders me. How
can you be so sure that you are able to stay true to me?
Fireballs dance across the night sky. Paper butterfly
wings serve as my arms. Please catch me before I
completely fade to black. Made of steel glass, is it
my ship to wreck? God bless this sacred holy ground,
bloody battlefield. Running wild, I yield to noone. I am
winter's child, such a rare gold for you to behold. You are my invincible
shield of protection, a place of refuge and strength. I am your muse, a special
kind of enigma. Life's a road trip that is nothing, but a dream for me. I am melting away like
vanilla ice cream. Come on, unfold me and mold me. Come on, beam me up and breathe me into your system. Old age
is promised to us or may be not. We, the chosen generation, are bold enough to move forward. Embers and sparks, oh, these
numerous thoughts and ideas of mine. I might be better off passing the torch off to someone else.
My life is not over until I taste the fruits of my hard labor.