Dum Vivimus, Vivamus

I am alone.
Not because I am lost, but because I am found.
I am raw.
Not because of the noise, but because of the sound.
I will live.
To stand in the front, not sit behind.
I will die.
And carve out my name in the soft skin of time.

aubade:

Frederic Edwin Church, “Aurora Borealis,” 1865.

It’s huge.

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