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Time is a figment of our imagination,
made by man kind,
Time could stop,
things would still happen,
Time is not a thing or a place or a person,
Time is like a dream it there but not real,
Time is just there to show we have a limit,
Time is not made up of matter,
like life itself is matter,
nature is matter,
matter makes energy but Time its self cant,
but we use it every day,
we think we understand it,
but Time is still a mystery.
life is not short and not long. but in it you can see all of your

choices.you can focus on the future and the present. it is just the

same. life has a limit but has no way of telling. look back, look

forward, look at now. see the step you make, the chances you take,

and look at what life  gave you.
I watch the shadows. I watch for light. Listen for calls. And  wait and wait. Then the phone rang and heard death himself saying, "Its time to hit the road for you. Say goodbye. Your fears await.". And then I woke up in a place I have never seen.  Field of gray weeds and a single dirt road.   I see a door in the middle of the road not far from me. I look around and it looks like I am in the middle of nowhere. No cars or animals. It's nothing but me and a door in the road. Nothing in the front or behind it but I hear screams coming from it. I opened it  and there is nothing but pitch black nothingness just as I feared. Darkness. All of a sudden arm made of the darkness grabbed me and pulled me in. And I was drowning.
But then I woke up in a room that looked like an insane asylum room. The ones that are made of pillows.  It seems old. The lighting in there was faintly red you could barely see but on the other side, there was a man. You can hear him humming "Hush Little Baby".  I tried to move and scream or something. But I couldn't I had a straight jacket on and my mouth closed tight with rope.
Then he said "Shhh. Shhh. Shhh. You're ok. You're here. Where you belong." Then he softly laughs this heavy, dark laugh.  He pulls out a pair of bolt cutters. Then he whispers "fear is is your weakness but my strength" he grabs my toe tightly slowly rips it from my body. I cry and try to scream. Then he walks out of the room. something goes off then the room starts to smell funny. I start to feel tired.  I woke up again back in the place I was before with the door staring at me calling my name.  My toe was still attached. I slowly back away,and run the opposite direction but everywhere i go it leads back to it.I fear that i I might have to go back to it. I open the door. the arms pulls me in. then I woke up in my bed cold sweat running down my face. pitch black in my room i stare at the clock it s 3:30 am.  I curl up my bed and cry. Today I write  this story to warn you.
my dream
who am i to trust my life to.
who am i to love for.
who am i to care of.
who am i to fear.
who am i to stare.
who am i to see or be heard from.
who am i am i even human.
who am i an animal.
who am i an alien.
who am i a ghost.
who am i will i ever know.
i hope so because i don't want to be alone. forever.
who am i...
what does it mean to be free?
what does it mean to have heart?
what does it mean to have feelings?
what does it mean to have love?
what does it mean to have time?
what does it mean to live, to breath, to sing,
to dance, to run, to play, to do anything?
what does it mean?
WHY
Why do I live with my sorrow and pain....
Why do I cry when time slows down....
Why do I cut when I am low in self esteem....
Why do I see death around every corner....
Why do I watch elders wither away and wish I could too....
Why do I panic when I am alone....
Why do I stare at the moon while it looks at me....
Why do I stop before I jump....
Why do I do anything if it going to end up a mistake....
Why do I have to be me....
Why....
Just why....
why is a powerful word but also dangerous asking
  Mar 2020 The Lost Note Poet
Nat
I know I shouldn’t
But I can’t fight the urge
I miss you
My feelings overwhelm me
Im about to send the message
Then erase it all
I know i can’t
But it’s so hard
You’re the only person i feel this way for
My comfort is you
I won’t
But my emotions are drowning me
I need to release
I send the message
I feel Better
But i wonder if it’s the right decision
You don’t respond till later
I couldn’t help it
I needed you
I miss you .

-n.y.g
The message You’ll never receive
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