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I Died Last Night


I died last night. I had to.

I danced with the darkest of spirits. It was less a conversation and more of a warning: Forget.

I died last night. I had to.

I made it clear to the shadows dancing near that I was coming back. I told them they could not destroy Love, or me.

I died last night. I had to.

This morning, I returned with a mind-shattering shriek, a molten purpose unlike any other I’ve ever dreamed! She told me things that I've only sensed along the path. Love is our one beholden, our sacred vow, our breath.

I died last night. I had to.

I heard the warning. But I shall not forget! I shall remember! Love is not to be forgotten because of death, Love is to be remembered because we live. If saying that makes me crazy, then I’m happy to oblige. If believing so makes me seem unbalanced, then I’ll tumble with glee! If my belief sounds insane, then lock me away now that truth might be safe.

I loved last night. I had to.

I will prove myself a hypocrite if I do not exhale these words written inside of me. They are written in all of humankind. Etched inside of all living things is a message to be remembered, a simple prayer worth repeating- Love.


© 2011 by mark prime

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