A Rest In A War Midst Blaze

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PROSE: i shall tell a villain this pt. 2

A heart of stone could break. A soul made of glass could shatter. And every beliefs in this world could change.
Nothing is absolute.
For we, humans, are the perfect embodiment of change. We were born young, with skin so smooth like an alabaster jar and knees that could run a thousand miles. Then, we grow old, with skin so wrinkled and bones so frail. But with old age comes great wisdom. Could the young compete?

But only the young could improve. And with the knowledge from the old intact, new wisdom will be known and explored. Change is inevitable. What could be wrong today, could be right tomorrow. And what is impossible in the past, could be achieved in the future.

That’s why with hearts full of love and the wisdom of nothing is absolute in our minds, let’s march onwards and into the future fearlessly. Let’s bring a new era of change in this world!”

With that as an ending for my speech, the whole auditorium erupted with the loudest applause that I’ve ever heard and never thought I would witness. For I am not a scholar who could wow the masses with my words of wisdom nor an owner of a business empire with an incredible amount of fortune. I am also not a celebrity who could act nor a singer who could sing beautiful melodies. And the most certainly was that I am not a leader of a country. That’s why I ask myself when I witnessed this scene, who am I to be applauded by such a crowd?

I am not an intellectual, nor am I someone with combat prowess. I am not artistic enough because I am very certain that I am still lacking.

But I am who I am, someone with love engraved in her soul. I am someone who believes and someone who lovingly accepts. I am not perfect but I know that I could change. But the love in my heart is the only thing that is absolute.

Just like a rose with thorns and petals as red as blood, but its beauty and elegance couldn’t be rivaled by any flowers in existence. Love is absolute with its imperfection painfully out and its perfection hidden beneath its beautiful thorns.

Because love comes with pain, and it is what makes love absolute. If it was a poem, it would be so painfully but beautifully written, a perfection mixed with perfect imperfection. That is love— the most beautiful, happiest insanity and pain in the world.

And I happened to experience that. It is a love so painful yet beautiful but it gives hope to those who believe in it until the very end. It is a love who could save but also could rob. A love who could break the rules yet also mends.

But that was also why I ponder— a love so powerful, can I really bear?

What is absolute
but a word said in
a haste?

And what is love
but a malfunction
as irrational as
a rest in a war
midst blaze?


a rest in a war midst blaze
by vieauty

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    1. vieauty Aug 13, 2021
      i really love the last two bits in this one uwu kekekekkekke