Updated III of V – A Mortals eternal choice – Divinity

We do not choose mortality, but we choose how to use it.

We walk while reading — so focused on the letters, we miss the meaning of the words.

Moving by candlelight down a corridor void of hope, save for the flickering flame licking the walls, kissing our faces as we search for direction — or perhaps, for what comes next.

Opening doors, struggling to read what follows, only to tumble down the staircase of life until we reach the coffin of our own poor choices.

Now, do we stay in this place?

If we do, the only difference separating us from the dead is the time between our fall and our last breath — devoid of hope, waiting for no one to save us.

What began as letters — hours translating from one language to another, countless edits by pen, roses, lavender, Polaroid pictures — each labeled with the memory and the reason I thought of her in that moment — became something new.

When met with silence, I could wait… or move.

I did neither.

I wrote.

I created.

Built a company.

Now, as I prepare to be seen on billboards, in news articles, on Spotify, on Disney ads, and in many other places — it gives pause to what one can accomplish when choosing to stand and lift our feet from the proverbial coffin life provides after our inevitable fall.

For what is love, if not two imperfect humans finding themselves — within themselves — and within each other?

Purple Rose is more than a combination of letters.

Every piece holds layered meaning.

Every part is tied to a person — calculated words positioned to bend the one reader to see through my eyes — to see her, through my eyes.

Every word written is how I speak — and how I speak is meant to be heard.

But will it be heard by the one it was meant for?

Of course…

November – third, 2025

— 🌹James V The Poet 🖤✨