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I know not what may happen,
But my dreams alone radiate immense hope.
Once Yesterday
Twice Today
Thrice Tomorrow
A million times until my future is twisted, when fate decides otherwise.
Or perhaps dreams will come to be,
Where worry departs, and is replaced with more worry.
But I chose this on my own, so shall live so.
To you, and the embodiment of nonexistence,
I know nothing for myself.
So I go with the made up desires of the heart and the mind,
But real or illusion, fate or delusion,
Minds never change. My eyes see nothing, my ears do not hear.
Wishing to be fulfilled with the invisible embrace of “I want it, I’ve got it.”
Therefore, keep seeking, gamble it out.
Gamble This Want.
Sunrise is the flaming arrow that points to freedom,
Moonrise is the presence of the sun through a false screen.
It reaches out but not quite,
Because there is no gold, no warmth. Just a silver whiteness, an empty mind that holds no true feeling.
Just blank.
A message written for someone else became meant for me,
“I wonder if I cross your mind as often as you cross mine.”
What irony.
The blindness of a feeling is deadly, but it feels like bliss; therefore it is a poison that kills you slowly, or ends it all in a sudden, sharp pain. It is a drug which’s after effects does nothing but pull you in for an overdose.
Or maybe, things will be nice after all, in which case none of this was necessary.
But you don’t know it, neither I.
Gamble your want. Call it a need if you must.
