freedom

Freedom is taken so much for granted, when you don't appreciate the small things you have.

-- Cameron Duncan --

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life sped past in a blur as he tried to grab onto it, be a part of it. he stood there witnessing his own life as an alien, void of sentiments; feelings. He wanted to fit in, to be a part; that was not to be, something kept him apart, away from the places he'd been, people he had met, loved. His heart never reached out for something, everything distant. foreign. it was not until the end the falasy in reality was revealed. his existense vaporized and a new meaning began to take form.

Pretentious Pain

Floating in the valley of thought, i search for a definition. Seeking a light I hit upon darkness waiting for the ray, I struggle to work against the tide of time. Stagnated I am, I can feel the world move ahead as i stay here, my pompous pain and misery, trying to teach myself the reality thrust upon the existense of poor helpless me.
HA.

The me dissolves aas i take another perspective, forsake the self hoping to find an answer in hope alone.