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Is it pointless to cry for the moon? Staring at the sky at night – 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 moon’s beautiful face. Doesn’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 … 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 … 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 granted… But what would happen if we lose it all? If someone took our sight, our minds, our souls? Will someone notice? … … someone else but me for I have no eyes for the world and yet I see, I am consciousness and I’m dreaming, I am dead … 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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