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May 27, 2015 | 3:55 PM EDT
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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.



Rated 4.5 / 5 stars

Your images can be very dramatic.


Rated 5 / 5 stars

formidable. beautiful. wundervoll. love paris and webdiver torso. lg. god is everywhere. all human is one. all will be one. 888.