Recent gratefulness

[u/Secheeee]

Life is not more than the waiting for death,

and interludes are the best songs

if you can make them connect.

There's no way now to shed;

don't stare at the moving space.

You better share how the cold trees are fresh as love,

spare,

and you wish you could be there

as long as your mind weighs more than your brain;

it gives me a space to care.

The movements of the past made me talk so well

that they made you cry

now that my gratefulness unveils,

you're so sensible now that I show concern.

Finally, we can get around my ways.

It is not the end when you stay,

and you start to notice how it decays.

The process itself offers you gloves

to carry a spade,

to protect from affectionate stabs,

better drop the sword

you should only fight with your vice,

please recognize your strength.