Enfin

My last breath 

It shall be 

Oxygen 

It shall be

Fresh

And it shall be 

Free

White light should come 

As expected 

My precious thoughts 

Like sprays from 

A perfume bottle

Should disperse around 

Filling empty spaces

Emotions will dispatch with the soul

Soul will disconnect with the body

And

Disappear in this paradox world

I shall enter into a vacuum state

As I float

I shall drift

Far away

Away from everything 

And 

I shall sink 

Deep down

Down to nothingness 

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A Failed Reminder

It has been there for years.

At times where the tides are up,

waves will clash against it

 a hint

of lost history 

  in the world of chaos.

A wreckage

depicting only failures

is deem to be abandoned  

in the process of creation.

But perhaps 

or

just maybe

Someday

take your time to walk by it

Touch the scratches

and 

  harness your thoughts

By then

will you be able to feel the echo through your mask?

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