Divine Kingdom

Scrawl

When is it that we’re really alive? Is it when our souls first greet their tragic silhouettes?

Is it waiting for us in our first and last breaths?

Is it when we speak the truth instead of lying to ourselves?

And what of the devil hidden in between lines and imaginary friends?

Is it when we’re desperate for the run before the crawl? For the murder on our fingertips, or the words we hastily scrawl?

Victor Millan