eternal souls

in a world of color, I am the blank face. my footsteps don’t echo, my hands move noiselessly, my voice doesn’t rise beyond these walls. in this world of movement, I am still. a statue with curves that their fingers simply trace. in this world of eternal misery, I don’t glimmer with hope, I embody the helpless. I showcase their fatigue with the fine lines running along my forehead, painting my scars colorless. in this world filled with the temporary, I embody what you hope will be eternity. til’ even after death, hands glide and raise yours towards the empty skies. silent prayers whispered in the dead of the night; but my remains are very much alive. even in the end, I remain alive.