Life Is for the Living

From Army of the Dead, the White Walker edge of chaos, to life, breath, clarity, and becoming.

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Life —
A vast field,
Green, snowy, flowery, full of people, and things.
Full of life, we call it.
But,
Is it, really?
Could be.

But sometimes,
Amidst all that activity,
Numbness surrounds.
A loneliness
Of ice-box hearts,
And noise.
Silently echoing a yearning for life — real life,
A longing,
For a transition from lifeless clutter to living presence.

Because—
I was once more noise than person —
No different from Game of Thrones White Walkers
Alive? technically, perhaps — yet dead.
In all the ways that matter.
In the way that empty rooms echo.

I wasn’t walking through life,
Rather, sleepwalking in a cluttered dream.
I was marching —
leading my army
A queen? technically…perhaps
Queen of the…