The beginning of a happy ending has finally seen its end. Sealed by the knots of not so much fate, but intervention of the distastefully ordinary, the scroll I thought would stretch the length of this worldly existence has proved to be yet another fabled faux. And so the search continues for the divine parchment with the writings of my fate. As my shadow curates the artifact of a much laboured excavation guided by hope alone, I sleep in its place welcomed by the sands of time.
Sleep.
Put your thoughts to rest.
Hush.
Let us cradle you.
Delicate soul wounded by the ways of the living, sleep a peaceful sleep untroubled by dreams, untouched by fear. As long as you are with us, breathe your every breath like your last and let go of your fists that protect nothing. We will fill the rivulets where your tears used to run with pearls born out of affection, to your loss.
Sleep.
Put your thoughts to rest.
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