Perhaps there is darkness in a sunrise, or bright sunlight in a moonless night, perhaps one only knows this when one has been burnt by the rays of a full moon as you lay naked, bathing in your dreams of an endless utopia.
These are the realities that we are able to create, that are forced upon our person by an increscent mind that is programmed to survive no matter how dark the existence that a new sunrise brings or the relief of purpose shown as a bright ray bathing you from our lunar in a dark night sky.
So what of this, is it that the disappointment of our created reality is so vast so vacuumed and consuming of light that we have had to contradict the physicality of science, that for sanity we have created an insane secret existence external to the sheets of agreed reality?
It's all about expectation, about the reality of our chosen paths and the one that taunts late at night as you lie in a state of comatose so incessantly happy. Of course this is not always the case sometimes your dreams are to close to reality and we call them nightmares others call them visions.
Then as we shuffle through our awaking hours we miss the beauty, we refuse to recognise the greatness of our lives. We cannot, it is impossible to compete with our dream state, there where we are happiest, there were everything is to be had, our six hours of daily heaven.
But today I saw the sunrise. I gazed into the light and was blinded by its promise. It brought me back, back form the abyss that swallowed my life, my humour, my humanity and I realised that it is beautiful, that there is no need to be anywhere but here, right now truly warmed and astounded by the sun, by your smile and the beating of my cold heart
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