Sometimes, words strike me in sentences before I’ve comprehended the message. A servant to the pen, I write.
And all at once, I’ve been forsaken the ability to apologize
For who I am
Because you will never find another like me –
Who am I to feel sorry for that?
The most meaningful of prayers
Cannot be shared in words
For they are those spoken
With every vibration of your existence.
It was love in its purest form
The greatest destruction of all time
For no creation that lasts may emerge
From remnants and ruin
But only upon absolute obliteration of all prior misconceptions
Will truth be able to build its lasting foundation.