viva la vida

By: istepani jabeluna

conceived with scathed soul and scars that garnered refl ections unwhole growing depths of the void, feeling antsy like a broken record player asking “to be or not to be?” the walls between can and cannot seem paper-thin yet even bright-colored realms of paracosm turn mundane howbeit, the todays will soon unfold into new chapters thus, each shall come with glistening hereafters viva la vida! brawl ‘till it’s superfl uous for anaesthesia when our hearts’ desires antiquate clandestine and nightmare are borne to the guillotine our hammers shall shatter every glass ceiling for cutthroat battles shall never leave us bleeding to make our own morrows and adjudge our fates to pivot and never be too coward to say “from the grassroots to the stars, why not?”