carbon-lifeforms

[carbon-lifeforms]

Thee ode to being alone.

Where is the soul meant to wonder?

When is the soul to be soothe?

When is she to be understood? Felt?

When is she to be breathed in, like the scent of a lilac lavender field?

Who is she?

Encapsulated in her own sight, she often remains her entire world.

Yet to many, remain little more then a mere glance as they are to her...

She's woven within everything, on the journey to returning to 'nothing' once more.

She is tired..yes.

She has tried.

She has yet to be understood by the world that drift around her in its granduer of illusions. Awaiting to be seen, felt.

She awaits for the herself to meet her on the front, as the waves meet the sandy cliffs on the beach.

The God she searches for and peers to for answers, hide within, encapsulated in her carbon flesh.

Some say, she may let her life slip through her fingertips, and maybe there is beauty in that, beauty that couldn't be felt until that journey is traveled.

She plays by the sands, of time, delicately combing over the stories of her life and the stories of those she met on her travels.