What are losses?
A dire loom of hope and outmost admiration of an unconquerable accomplishment.
As we all age in life's serenity we exchange breaths and circulations for bits of us. Intact souls exchanged for neurons entitled to our very existences.
The dilemma of death is loosing circulations embarking breath not the sattire of a wreckoned soul robbed on fated dilerum of time.
Are all losses a fated reminiscence of the conquered?
Losses come with shattered dreams, lived through the vivid capability of fragile impulses voyaging commanded through particles constantly loosing bit by bit to surrender.
The uncertainty of leading this commanded voyage to the other micro-second is never dismayed but often less regarded due to uncertainty of time itself.
Lineages of galaxies linked to the soul of the universe yet every bit of a single soul evolves with each circulation. Each commanded impulse illicits irreversible changes.
Let time undo knots awaiting lost voyages.
~ A.S.