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I find myself in a permutation of exotic thoughts conquering my life like the sun dissolves the death of night..In a lack of motivation and absolutely no persistance to live.
Is this really reality i ponder ..or is it just a slow death?
Standing outside the box i am terrified looking in and seeing the people i once knew dissolving into people i will never know..I can hear the music from the past enchanting me to relive the memories of others as they were mine...my heart bares no scars just a tree for every person i planted a seed for and a canopy has now been formed blocking out the light from the ground not letting new seeds sprout ..burn it to the ground and let there be light.
Is this really reality i ponder ..or is it just a slow death?
Standing outside the box i am terrified looking in and seeing the people i once knew dissolving into people i will never know..I can hear the music from the past enchanting me to relive the memories of others as they were mine...my heart bares no scars just a tree for every person i planted a seed for and a canopy has now been formed blocking out the light from the ground not letting new seeds sprout ..burn it to the ground and let there be light.