The sun
(Inspiree by the song “The heart is a muscle” by the Gang of Youths)
Nameless
Came too soon,
Where the reality of chaos
Changed into absurd meaninglessness.
Forget the end —
Even the beginning dissolved.
Thoughts broke free,
The heart got lost.
All paths felt the same,
All devoid of love…
Devoid of heart-felt breath.
I wished to be thoughtless,
For I wished for it to stop.
If only everyone felt this —
My depleted will to try,
The reality of my loneliness.
There, where love had once bloomed,
Was dead,
And rotting.
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After a long time,
The dead Sun grew courage,
And said to itself:
It won’t hurt this way forever.
I won’t look for redemption,
Or some shallow kind of bliss.
I want to overcome it.
It collapsed on itself.
Chaos grew even worse —
But in time,
It became the enigmatic void.
The death of the Sun was not the end,
But the beginning —
Of an entity undefinable,
Which held everything in place.
The purest light bent around it.
Nothing escaped its gravity.
But it remained nameless.
It held the strength of a billion Suns —
But was content with itself,
Unlike the boisterous Sun,
Blinded by itself.
It gave itself completely
To the moving universe.
It remained nameless —
But held everything.
