Existence in A Form

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
I have been told i have a talent for writing from my peers and iv never really come upon myself to write somthing just out of fun. Im fairly young aswell i wont disclose a certain age but i am a adolecent more or less and i love to read unlike most young people so heres one of my first attempts at writing somthing out of fun. im not exactly sure what it is but i just kinda flowed words on the page to what i was thinking

Submitted: February 12, 2011

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To walk a road of utter joy is to stumble upon the branch of gullibility, try so hard to reach a point of epitaph which has a meaning so vague in our incoherent existence. Can a spec upon this universe make a difference, are we just insects upon this huge universal and beautifully webbed window pane that is our universe.
 
Can one man explain its wonders, questions never answered. Is genocide truly a risk, mayhap a new beginning, the fabric of all space and time flowing around us while we are ignorant.
 
 Squabbles of an insect race upon a dying rodent planet, people wearing blindfolds of words spiraling in their vision yet so oblivious, can one if not all people come to reality and untie their blindfolds.  
 
Optimism an excuse for ignorance, pessimism an excuse for arrogance and sloth. Collisions of droning meaningless emotions become atomic bombs and machine gun fire following the sounds of utter anguish. Which only seems to be drown by peoples trivial pursuits, we have no meaning in the physical existence, are we to consume resources just to keep one barbarian race?
 
Eyes to far placed in the back of our sockets to see the full intensity of what is to come, souls to consumed in paper to see our risks. Truly…we are doomed.  


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