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Oh how i long for those lumbersome sages.
A sanctuary lost in these stolen ages.
Though my eyes may decieve me, the picture is clear.
That which surrounds me is that which i fear.
If i so choose to mock it's embrace,
The symphony screams as to laugh in my face.
But if i choose not to fear it at all,
Like a lumbersome giant would i grow tall... or fall?
The choice is all mine, that is to say..
That which i choose becomes my today.
But the shadow it seems is not far away.
If i grow lax for a moment, my bones fill with hay.
Their wirey fingers numbing my brain.
They whisper "HEY! IT'S OKAY TO DECAY"
The more i linger, the more it shows through..
Proof that i am not that which i knew...
But something much different...
something more true..
Something not bound by that which we do.
I feel this emptiness poised in my soul..
At a moments notice, it is ready to go.
How long will it stay and let me decide?
What will it do if i choose to hide?
Could there ever exist such a thing?
To hide from ones self.. Oh the hell that it brings...
But how do we learn to observe the true self
When all we are is dust on the shelf?
I am nothing and so are you.
Put together forever, the zeros can never equal two.
We are the void, nothing more, nothing less...
Everything else is a nonesensical mess.
From this fact, i can never be free...
In this truth...
I could never be...
Me...
I chose instead to mock the shrill sound
Of the symphonies bones cascading the ground..
The horror they push will never be true..
Their terror and fear can never kill you.
You are the light, that which darkness fears.
So much brighter than these dimly lit tears.
Choose to persist because that is the truth.
We are what we choose, may life be our coup.
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Karoline Michelle ♥
This feels like a nostalgic thought of how I used to feel like. But put into words
That sounds like a fantastic conversation starter. "How i used to feel"...
I used to feel...
The wording..whether intentional or not.. It is poetic. It also drives a new curiosity...
Begging the question: how do you feel now?
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