What if this place
Is nothing more
Than a
dark idea
Or a
Metaphor?
We make up
something
With our parts to play
Like tiny droplets
On a rainy day.
Although they are
dangerous,
Ideas make us.
But they have power.
Ideas will break us.
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S'up. I'm Overskill, and I write fantasy stories and some very abstract poems. Read some.
Liquid. promises. in twilight. drink. I think. I might. give up. the fight. for love. causes. grief. and hate. and lately. I have been. contemplating. a state. of mind. that is hard to. find.
Somewhere between love and hate. Somewhere between peace and violence. Between random and fate. Between anger and calm. Somewhere between the ocean and the land. Between safety and harm.
Isn't it sad. We all vanish… We all die… It's sad. We decease a Grim's banish… Lost souls in the sky. What about the living. We lose our friends… We lose family… Grim's gift giving… It never ends.
Searching for a meaning when there's none to be found. Struggling to survive till you're six feet under the ground. There's more to life than figuring out what's in death.
When we are born We are fragile Innocent Lost Soft Broken And gasping for comprehension.
Friend, I don't know you, and you don't know me. Friend, if we talk to each other, friendship will come, gradually. Friend, you have nothing, and I have twice as much.
One saw it as an illusion, another saw it as Darwin's evolution. i taste the bitter and sweet fruits of the tree, while He sits and calmly observes me.
Is our life mapped out from birth Do we have a purpose on this home we call earth Is it played out by a series of events, are we better off not knowing it's contents.
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