A breath of fresh air and the love and freedom around.
Every instance a playing ground, every opportunity untouched.
Untainted, the desires, but as these petitions continue to grow, the one in control, oblivious to what lies in front of him. The sovereignty he has over himself, yet he seeks the authority of others. The soul that wants to see, to smell, but cannot.
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It wants to sit and observe,
but as life moves, realizes the commanding one is for this world and will stay in it, and for that he will move like this.
So the soul, optimistic and privileged enough to walk this world, dies a little moment by moment. Not lamenting the control it lacks, but the day it will have that. The leverage and authority, to leave this wretched influence.
Deteriorates a little in advance, piece by piece, so that when it finally comes, there is not much left to take.
Death is for the one commanding, who got crushed by the laments of the world, but the soul that has waited for this and prepared for it in advance,
wants to go.
Souls wait for this moment, for what they endure part by part, seeing through it all, not taking part. Even if there is rebuttal, the one standing above is not trusting.
6 April 2026, Freewriters Community Daily Writing Prompt Day 3065: in advance
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