I became every person I was warned not to be. It was beautiful until the very end

We are not our choices but we are are most definitely our consequences.

I'm thankful for so much because now I know I can
I used to wonder with envy for others imagining who I would become when I finally encountered love

It was even better than I dreamt it to be.
I was blessed beyond measure.

But even forever is finite in the face of this life.
The void is proof I was there for every moment, every whisper, every giggle and every smile.

We live with regrets but this time I have none. I will be happy again when fault is not at the forefront of my mind.

I wish we had more time, now I really do sound like everyone else.

I'm glad it was you, even if it was for a while.
Farewell my muse, we had a hell of a ride.

Who am I when its all said and done?
A question that needs answers i dont have

My light was taken away from me,
I saw it starting to dim but the hope kept guiding me

I have much to accept,
I have even more to learn.

Who was I before this?
Who am I going to become during this?
Who am I going to be after this?

Questions I have to answer while I walk in the moonlight as my guide now,

My light is gone, and I can only reminisce
As that is when I thought I was at my best

Thats the thing about circles of life, you don't know where they start and where they end,

But living in them, and realizing you are happy.
Thats is an immense joy.

I.
I believe in the death of emotions,
Trust became an exercise to teach you how fickle hope can be.
How it takes your desires in the heat of the moment only to drown them in despair.


II.
This life is something else, i transitioned from one who thrives in midst of chaos to a man lost in the search of peace. Vulnerability being my only sin.

Confusion mocks my pride, inexperience stains my actions. Desires tell me to try again, but to what end?



III.
These thoughts push me close to the edge to confront the one thing i fear most in this chase:

Falling.

Either i dare to fly like Icarus or my destiny is to share drinks with the worst versions of myself in
Valhalla.


IV.
This is the last time I will grace these halls, its been a hell of a ride.
For once, even I drink to that.🍺


-Yours Formerly,
  The7thday

Some times things are meant to happen once and once only.

No matter how much the artist craves to paint on a particular canvas he can never do it again.

It might haunt him, it might relieve him. But one thing i can guarantee is that he will day to reminisce

Hands held and submissive breathing, walls taking, walls caving. No translation needed
Pride taken, tap left unopened

Here i am making the most of a something i can never have for myself.
Sistine chaples made on a canvas i might never touch again.

I write these quotes from time to time...
I write for those who believe in love but have never felt it first hand,
Those who believe in the intimacy of lust but have felt the roughness of young love.
I write for those who don't fit in because they seem to be two steps behind every one else.
I write for those who fight their insecurities with this pen.
I write for those who life has taught there's no true disappointment without hope.
I write for those who have demons so versatile, they doubt the trust of someone they call a friend.
I write these quotes for those who believe they are that bad example so others out there live a better life.


I am The 7eventh Day, one of these days I might just write for you.