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Is life reality? Do we really live? What makes us human? and don't say that it's because we have a heart, soul, consciousness or anything physical, because it doesn't makes us human. what really defines us human is just our limited mind. Words describe things that do not exist, which do not make sense, what we create is useless, what we are is useless, earth is useless. What makes us think that we... » Continue Reading
3 years ago someone SAed me. That person is the same sex as me, they put their hand on my chest while they were in my bed, (since they like to autoinvite themselves to my house) with their best friend near me, touching me. I felt nothing, i was frozen, what should i say? nothing, maybe i was just being dramatic. They broke up with me, i was still their friends, but day after day i couldnt recogn... » Continue Reading
Whirling roots branched on veined white, smooth and icy, absorbing the unchanging reality of infinite graceful diaphanous tinkling. Repulsive, earthy emaciated mass slumped on the numbing, waxy white painted now by ruby veils. Devoid of being and full of self. Frigid fraying of the finished threshold varcable by a fiery silence. . . » Continue Reading
Death is a word that it's used when there is an irreversable cessation of circulatory, respiratory or brain function, in short words, the person doesn't live anymore. People often belive that death is forever, and some believe that we rebirth after dying, but come to think of it, is death even real? i don't think so, if death exist, living shouldn't exist, and if life exist, dying shouldn't exist,... » Continue Reading
Reality scares me. So i hide myself in a soap bubble, the clear image of a little me turned upside down. the bubble leans on a soft layer, but we all know how it ends, it will pop, eventually. it's not about egoism because the bubble envelops me, it doesn't trap you. It's just a soap bubble, and anyone can see through it, but on the inside i only see a blurred image of an outside that i don't reco... » Continue Reading
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