One of my favourite spots that triggers a feeling of fulfillment during every sunset and every sun rise
When the cosmos combust, leaving nothing but the leftover, imperishable machinery that we have made, know that I am fulfilled.
Without chance at another gasp, I have already been given the universe.
I’ve fumbled love, admitted defeat, acquired taste, developed friendships, seasoned lives, welcomed opinions, challenged ideas, and clutched onto the hands of my lineage.
So when waves drown our beaches and shooting stars burn our trees, please, if you will, remember a fulfilled me.
Like
Share
About the Creator
Katherine Mallinson
Actions only speak louder than words to those who do not possess a wild imagination.
Keep reading
More stories from Katherine Mallinson and writers in Poets and other communities.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.