Everything is related, so here is the chromosome of everything I have.
Ask God
Sometimes the dreams that came true are the dreams that you never even knew you had.
One day, I went to ask God- can I become the elbow of your bones?
The answer was uncertain, and I knew I had to follow.
It Told me, it was never too late.
And my own Elapse-
Was Lost-
Alone,
With nothing.
So I started wondering,
What is my profound memory,
That lasted permanently in my life, with a single decision,
That can change my soul without any regrets and keep the vessel of skin.
From the bottle of amnesia, I try to find the instructions of oblivion supreme-my salvation.
The burning paper of my funeral, merged into my existence of nothingness,
Yet, no one ever finds my bones mixed in the soil, not even.
God is created to serve the place of its meaning,
And thus we define it-
For existence-
Ourselves’,
Without regrets.
A whisper undulating down-
That I could not control from running towards-
Towards the lovely bones that confounded those glaring elves.
I throw myself into the wind, and only those prepared to die will find eternal lives.
Forgiveness is a Christian value- my God is older, for those who have eternal lives living in hell,
And here I am, in the hell, prepared to die for nothing but my own broken soul.
I was killed by the wonder of obedience in the storm of fear,
Born from the creation of their God,
Which no one ever doubts
About the hidden truth,
And thus is,
Blind.
Jodie Wang