mystery unveiled

It was only magical because I was clouded by fantasy.
When reality hit, I was lost for what to do.

Here's to picking myself up. Again.


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toxic

Sitting at the bar.
Alone.
Miserable.
Drinking until life stops replaying through my head.
Drinking until your bullshit stops throbbing in my temples.
Drinking until I don't feel those few moments where you are magical.
Drinking until the tears dissipate.
I'm almost there -

Then stumbling home, and wishing tomorrow would never come.

From one loser to the next.
Why not.
It suits me.



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fears

I used to believe my greatest fear in life would always be looking back with my last breath and realizing that I was always the same everyday of my life.

In response to that fear, I push myself to change daily, to be exciting.

Now the thought is creeping in, what if in my last moments, I look back and realize that in all this changing, I still never discover the 'me' that I can be happy with?




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Location:Soul Searching

consider

In his lifeform, the individual is obviously only a fraction and therefor necessarily a distortion of totality of Man. He is limited or "locked" into a gender of either male or female; and, at any given period of his life, he is again "fixed in the moment of his experience" as either child, youth, middle-aged, mature, or old; furthermore, in his archetypal role, he is either warrior, priest, thief, slave, king (or she - nun, mother, wife, seductress, whore). Hence, the fullness - the totality of man - is not to be found in its individual member, but in Mankind as a whole. Likewise, the essence - the nature of a man - is not to be discerned from an individual act, but in his conduct as a whole.
Consider.

never

I want to walk into traffic.
Disappear on the horizon.
Fade into the background.
Leave no trace of an existence.
Wither into nothingness.
I'll hold my breath and wait for[n]ever.
You will just move on.




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Location:no where safe

shouldn't be

Lying shouldn't come so easy to you.
Dealing with it shouldn't come so easy to me.
Your lack of emotion with which you feed your untruths to me unveils my lack of emotion in return.
The equation stays in balance, although balanced on an unruly edge, likely to teeter in any direction.
And this is where our lives stay.
And this is why...

Non vuole essere la vostra

inertia

Shattered.
Suffocating.
Lifeless and dull.
Motionless.
Unbearable.
These words say it all.

Location:emotionless

opaque

Sometimes
I want to ask
How do you see me?
What's your view?









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Location:lost