January Writing Prompts 8

"Forever"

It’s a blessing and a curse

that we don’t live forever.

We remain whilend

yet days seem like years, years like days,

and mortality inumbrates the present.

What would it be like,

to disenthrall from fear?

To flee rampant around dreams

like butterflies around wildflowers,

intoxicated on pollen and flight?

Would we paint in

wine colours and pastels

or strokes of lilac and orange?

Could we merely exist

without requiring purpose?

Tell me, what would it take

to simply feel alive

forever?

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