Reflections on life

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Just something i randomly felt like writing

Submitted: November 27, 2011

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My lift merely drifts in an out of reality it is in no one place at one time for whenever I stop to breath it seems I am in a completely different place. Sometimes it seems to be a place of nightmare or a place of a fantasy. I feel like at any time my eyes are going to open and this will have been all a dream, and indeed my life feels like it’s been a dream when I look at the past. But I know it all happened and sometimes I wonder if I really had the chance would I change it or would I let it continue its forward roll just like a boulder smashing its way through a mountain village. But then was not the destruction amazing? Was it not the fact that I realized all the time it could be much worse that made me think it was amazing, where I was merely floating on air enjoying this meager thing we call our life, or was that all a fantasy, a trick, used to keep me happy and complacent in what could truthfully be my own personal hell that I’ve yet to feel the flames from, where my whole world is awash in the flames of lies and love. But maybe it’s still worth it. For who then would give up life merely to not have to deal with their problems. Because I know I could not give it all up merely to get to say I didn’t hurt. Because if you want to truly say that it would be better to feel nothing at all then to feel pain and joy then you are lying to yourself in your soul, or perhaps your lack of one.


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