Every where I look and every time I turn around, my reflection and natural instinct tells me which of the two paths I should take. On a recent notion, dreaming of the unreal and the things I wish would spark a fire in reality, have all become strangely real and another pick of my brain.
What if we were all vapor, and each one of us just a figment of one another's imagery? What if this was all one giant misconception of fluctuating misfortune, and never ending greed and desire, and passion? Right now I know that my life theory and question has just as great of a chance than any other. The unexpected takes the bait everyday I breath and somehow it never seems to fail, even if it wanted to.







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An uncleansed soul lies beneath one\'s broken past -
And behind those perfect beams leave a cut that will forever last.
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