Sebastian

You could never sleep well
if they know that they
always would wake up
falling
through damp air
towards an unseen destination

You are running
in the dark, which chases you
while the trees are laughing
and the moon sit idle by
inspecting
as you slowly, slowly
get fatigued

You are in love
and your emotions
are not just yours to command.
You are but a mere marionette
to someone elses will

Death beckons you.
It wants your breath
which is damp from the mist
exhausted from the darkness
and filled with tears.

If you got to choose,
would you stop falling,
stop running,
stop loving,
or do you fear that doing the opposite
is worse?

Are you helpless?

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