Sometimes I think that maybe
It would be better if I faded far away
Someplace where I wouldn’t exist to you
Or really, even exist at all.
I feel like I’m throwing myself on the rocks again.
Standing against waves much higher than my head.
Some would tell you that sensations are heightened underwater,
I would say it’s a pity that I can’t breathe.
Waiting, I reach –
And yet we’ve killed our heroes
Broken all the phone-lines
And burned away every single map.
There is no one left to reach for –
No families, no friends.
No knights, no princesses.
Not one person, not anywhere.
All semblance of magic has gone from this world.
Only desolation remains in this shattered city,
And I, in my flailing attempts at survival,
Break it all the more.
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Written November 7th, 2005
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Life can be depressing. This freedom we have is a freedom that enslaves us. The reality that consciousness presents to us is terrifying. But it neither has to be depressing, or enslaving, or terrifying. We just make it those things.
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