if ever you are
worried
that life is something tempor(ary)al,
and that tightness in the chest
begins to settle in
when you stop to
think
of all you have to do,
rest assured that you have
had a gift(well spent)
that so many
will have abused and exploited,
who will pause before
their last heartbeat
and wonder why they had
wasted time as if it were air(though
even that is a rarity these days).
let the panic fade away
as the warmth seeps
into your veins,
sliding like lava through
your limbs,
knowing that you
were
loved.
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