Gazing into the rift of space , I see stars ,
I see planets ,
I see galaxies ,
I see places never before touched ,
nor dreamed ,
no thought of in anyway .
Makes me want to die to fly ...
To be one with infinity ,
To be outside my mind ,
To be outside my walls of reality .
To touch , that which can't be touched .
Feel that what cannot be felt .
Makes me scream , to be one with the supreme energy .
I ask myself and the existence there of the dimensions in which I live and not .
Those of the alternate self .
I ask , Why am I ?
What am I ?
Where am I ?
How am I ?
The being I see in the mirror is so unfamiliar to me .
This mass that conceals my mind , soul , and complete force , shielding me from my ultimate capabilities .
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Is this what I have to look forward to for the rest of eternity ?
Why should I keep trying to survive ?
Why should I allow these "Basic Survival Instincts " run me , when all I feel is pain ?
Is this reality , or a mental , spiritual , meta-physical perception of a being far greater then myself in a broken shell ?
Author notes
I wrote this some years back , and edited it a bit since my life has changed . I can only say that this is certainly not my best work .
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Your right this isn' your best work, but who's to tell you? Still, your word choice is great and the idea of the pome is outrages!
I Liked the fact that you changed the pome, after your life had gone threw some other things.
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This is a good piece, I was a little put off by the overuse of the comma, most people will assume the line break does that for you but a good piece in all
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I often wish to drift aloft through the aeons old ancient, endlessness of of the cosmos.
To see the wonders of creation, far from the tangible mortal world of flesh and emotion.
This write kicks much ass, in the most delightfully grand of ways
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Thanks .
Thanks I guess if I want to keep writing well , I gotta stay depressed . -
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Sorrow & solitude suck, but they make for a great muse.
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Well it pretty good write and poses the eternal question if there is a god where is he. Happy trails
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