Chapter 7: But Still…

But Still…

“This world is meaningless.
It is fact, it is written
all things will end
And our hearts will never mend.
We cannot break the mold that is Fate,
So why try, and continue
To let our hearts break?”

These words whisper from my shadow–
Cast by the last embers of the sun
Before the beginning of twilight.

“Why live as a shell of a man?
What’s the point of all this?”
I don’t know.
“What’s the point of this torture?
You could just end it.
The world will end either way, eventually.”
I don’t know! I scream at my shadow,
Already gone–the moon rose long ago.

“I am not your shadow.”

I know. I know you’re me
I know all of this is pointless,
I know none of it matters,

But still…

This life is more than torture,

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Look to the moon–
That’s my closure.

I am more than a shell

Nor will I ever be a man
Not for you or anyone.

What’s the point? You ask,
As if I need a point to live.
Life is far more than

A simple and momentary blink
Of cosmic coincidence to me.
Every second in this world
I spend knowing that if I spend it
With love for everything–

Good and bad
Loved and lost
Time spent and time wasted

–Then that is time that I spend
Living beyond survival.

So still, I will keep living
And still, my heart has yet to truly break
Yet still, I do not abide by a life that wasn’t mine
Though still this shadow of doubt will haunt my mind–

But still…
          I will never let this heart divide.

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