Changing ConstantMature

Some things
are more
than others
they breathe
the same way
you do
they live
even though
they aren't
alive
Cliche,
I'm sure.
but these things
are forever
not always
just to us
but to others,
too.
For me,
writing
is as much
oxygen
as it is
a simple task
to anyone else
it's freeing
and something
I wouldn't give up
for anything
in the world
It doesn't change-
Well
of course
it changes
just like people
and seasons
with the rise
of the tide
but
it's constant
it goes
where I go
stays
by my side
no matter
where I go
It is
mine
not simplistic
but complex,
a style
a thing
entirely new
with no name
but mine
a solid entity
to me-
breathing with me
and existing
within
my soul
to me
it's a million galaxies
and stars
yet to be explored
and named
planets
that call
my name
it's a thousand-
a million things
still unknown
crawling
underneath my skin
flowing
through my blood
surging
through my bones
it's a whole world
waiting
an adventure
I never want
to end
it lives on
no matter when
no matter how
it never dies.

The End

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