• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 12
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Making a choice

Weighing nothingness at both the ends
I hang from the hollow of my fulcrum
Waiting to be swallowed by emptiness
Rising from the depths below.

All around a gradual loss of pristine blue
Is quilted with green and pink,
In a world silenced by grief, the time has come
For making a choice between death and life.

Leaving what must be and why,
Walking alone I must speak in voice of hope
That shall echo when the breeze springs up
And dust is everywhere.