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There's a certain silence about the world today. It's ringing in my ears and making me wonder...
If I left today and never looked back, would you remember my face?
If everything I did and said was somehow erased, would you still be the same?
the lack of permanence here makes me feel small and insignificant...
I realize that my eyes are different than yours.
Vague memories of past conversations lead to me believe that reality isn't always important. Believing in something, however stupid it may seem, keeps me warm at night and makes this void a little less tragic.
I find myself asking questions of reason and logic, but always falling back on feeling.
Is this real? Am I making choices that I'll regret forever?
where am I supposed to be? if pushed far enough, can I lie to myself to the point of complete disillusionment? will I die before I tell you the truth?
Probably.
If I left today and never looked back, would you remember my face?
If everything I did and said was somehow erased, would you still be the same?
the lack of permanence here makes me feel small and insignificant...
I realize that my eyes are different than yours.
Vague memories of past conversations lead to me believe that reality isn't always important. Believing in something, however stupid it may seem, keeps me warm at night and makes this void a little less tragic.
I find myself asking questions of reason and logic, but always falling back on feeling.
Is this real? Am I making choices that I'll regret forever?
where am I supposed to be? if pushed far enough, can I lie to myself to the point of complete disillusionment? will I die before I tell you the truth?
Probably.