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2007-05-15 | |
Is it pointless to cry for the moon? Staring at the sky at night â€“ does it give you strength to continue this endless war of life?
Here I am, sitting by the window, watching the stars and being amazed by the moonâ€™s beautiful face. Doesnâ€™t it all seem possible at night when all our problems feel so far away seeing how peaceful everything looks? But yet not everything is actually what it looks like â€¦ What is the world we live in made of ?Sorrow? Joy? Magic? Knowledge? There are too many trivial things no one appreciates and seem to notice â€¦ The rain, falling from the sky like one whole life passes by in a blink of an eye in front of us, the raindrops join others in their quest for resurrection. The sunrise, a new born day that every one of us takes for grantedâ€¦
But what would happen if we lose it all? If someone took our sight, our minds, our souls? Will someone notice? â€¦
â€¦ someone else but me for I have no eyes for the world and yet I see, I am consciousness and Iâ€™m dreaming, I am dead â€¦ heartless but yet feeling and thus living.
I am invincible, a never dying soul, immortal if you will, an immortal mind in a dead body.
Trivial things mean too much to me, in them I see what no one else has even dreamt of.
An undead spirit , the burning hell , a never ending war with too many victims.
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