I feel selfish, knowing and feeling that my deepest desire is to leave behind a legacy.
In my mind I’d greet death as a friend but my heart knows to greet such a friend is a tragedy. For it is not the right time and if I go I face the regret of not having left something so the world can remember me.
In times eyes which are curtained by the depths of the darkness that resides within my soul, I find myself lost in its cracks as it cuts deeper and deeper into my life as a whole.
Love is the rope that I can grip and it raises me but one false move will lead to a future where I exile myself and my life will be history.