Ember and Ether

Ember and Ether. That gentle stroke and the ash dissolves into the damp mud. Color fading out and become one of soil. Qualms and queries we have. Wishing we swap them with those who have none. There are none. They do not exist. We are made to have queries. Are we then talking about ghosts? If they do exist, our doubts may afterall not fall on deaf ears. If they do exist, are we then so underevolved to answer them ourselves. Do we need ghosts to answer our queries. I assume they don't exist. Lets move on. I now have the burden to encapsulate all matter and make good sense out of it. Good.

The burning coal never dies. Crude and prophetic.

In this cosmic timeline, we are small floating chips. Fighting with the molecules we ascend and descend. All the while taking note of our existence. A mere flip flop.

Candles and aromas. The mortal remains of our memories. 

We can be heroes just for one day - David Bowie