Your images can be very dramatic.
I am a thing some have called king. Yet I've no throne, no whisper or home.
What am I a king of? The cold perhaps, or the shadows that inhabit it.
Men and women pass by myself unaware which is the way I am proper to.
Watching the flames burning and the light flicker. Hopes, dreams, passion.
I am formless, silent before the death of things, there is no death to this.
It never truly existed in a way, you see. When they come to me, I am empty.
Such loud things...I can accommodate them all but light fears darkness.
So I build a home to understand existence and I find comforts.
Yet my body and existence is the consequence, my mind.
I break homes, you see. The price of nonexistence, or the lessor form of it.
So I vanish until a new one shall be built, then I exist again in some way.
My bearer once gave mentioning of my will to erode the grounds I walked.
So I sit in a castle, the most lasting of all stead but I cannot see it.
I wander the halls and admire the beauty. The complexity of construct.
Stare at the throne and find the crown. I cannot wear it no matter the whisper.
I could be a king but no such creature eternally has hold of anything.
I can hear the sigh in the wood beneath my steps, the crack in the stone.
I bore this kingdom and it insists I sit within it, for I am a king.
But you see... I am a second crown always and cannot sit a stay.
No one physical thing could ever hold me. I tire the tireless. I am patient.
I hate myself, yet I trust myself most of all. The walls ease me with worry.
I am not a king of any place for gravity is the master of all things.
I am a thing some have called king. Yet I've no throne, no whisper or home.
So you see I am untouchable and vulnerable all the same.
Wishing to inhabit and be inhabited, never able to truly admire either.
For if I did, I would be reminded the inevitable as all things are.
Your images can be very dramatic.
formidable. beautiful. wundervoll. love paris and webdiver torso. lg. god is everywhere. all human is one. all will be one. 888.
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