You could say life is like a wisp. You could also say that it's like a touch that we make on the vast universe. Almost like a feather that lands on a surface, only to once again be blown away by the breeze.
What do we do in that miniscule parabola of time? We hunt. We ravage and rip our way like beasts driven by a frenzy of blood lust. Almost like the asteroids that bolt down to the earth,intent on burning a mark on the sand as a cigar would a sheet of paper,leaving the glowing embers to draw attention even after it's deed had been done.
We are here for the kill,and we spend our lives through an intense hunt.peering through tall grasses of opportunity,eyes wide with the pulsating excitement of the game. Magnificent like a Tigress, majestic like the Lion. Once the kill has been snared in our grasp,we sink in our claws and leave no room for any odontoid concavity. Devouring achievement till we are satisfied.
This fervid impact that we have on the universe is nevertheless the same wisp,touch, and feather.I have to say,we do enter the vespertide with such valiant grace.
- Afreen Nazeera Siraj
What do we do in that miniscule parabola of time? We hunt. We ravage and rip our way like beasts driven by a frenzy of blood lust. Almost like the asteroids that bolt down to the earth,intent on burning a mark on the sand as a cigar would a sheet of paper,leaving the glowing embers to draw attention even after it's deed had been done.
We are here for the kill,and we spend our lives through an intense hunt.peering through tall grasses of opportunity,eyes wide with the pulsating excitement of the game. Magnificent like a Tigress, majestic like the Lion. Once the kill has been snared in our grasp,we sink in our claws and leave no room for any odontoid concavity. Devouring achievement till we are satisfied.
This fervid impact that we have on the universe is nevertheless the same wisp,touch, and feather.I have to say,we do enter the vespertide with such valiant grace.
- Afreen Nazeera Siraj
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