Mother, these centenary walls have fallen,
Mother, these blackened stones have burnt,
Once white full of pride, standing tall,
Great knowledge contained, now lost to all,
What a waste these fools let happen.
Mother, we have lost everything,
We gave it our best and still lost,
We burnt the trees, we burnt the planet,
Let life dwindle, everything gone to waste,
The skies burn bright tonight.
Such a waste, such a loss, everything no one knew,
No more old scrolls to be kept safe,
No more dust from pages centuries old,
You've spoken enough, no one to hear you tomorrow,
You're not on a screen, one could hardly believe.
https://www.nationalgeographic.com/science/2018/09/news-museu-nacional-fire-rio-de-janeiro-natural-history/
Could be, if one were to be drowned, one's last wish would be to feel the Sun on the skin again. Could be, if you could just wish it, that you could feel that peace of mind again. You could work for it, swim towards the surface, struggle to feel alive, could be that you might just get it. For me it could be to feel without feeling. I wish not to be bothered by the disappointment of having hopes for the wrong person again, but still maintain the dream to find someone real again. Right now it's difficult to have the second one without the first. However, it's far more simpler to just ignore the disappointment and go on as a cynic. It's not who I want to be, however. For now I'll just keep to myself, quiet and aloof. It's the best way to move on.
