What is a human.
It is a thing.
A friend of friends.
A community of beings.
A time bomb.
It is the aching of the soul
like a ring of fire,
that burns you to the ground
and brings you higher.
All of these things
are not relative to me
but they are relative to existence
which I can never be.
For the road is too long
for the traveler of sorts
with no sense of direction
only their eyes and their prayers.
But I have a heart
which has none of those things.
It has none of anything
but the gifts it brings.
For when you burn
you only go higher,
and what is put into words
makes you a liar.
- Sententia
It is a thing.
A friend of friends.
A community of beings.
A time bomb.
It is the aching of the soul
like a ring of fire,
that burns you to the ground
and brings you higher.
All of these things
are not relative to me
but they are relative to existence
which I can never be.
For the road is too long
for the traveler of sorts
with no sense of direction
only their eyes and their prayers.
But I have a heart
which has none of those things.
It has none of anything
but the gifts it brings.
For when you burn
you only go higher,
and what is put into words
makes you a liar.
- Sententia