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when the sun surrendered to the moon's seductive words of sleep into my mind did I delve deep-- I visited my memories Piled carelessly on shelves An endless library of my emotions,actions and reactions which with every new day evolved "Tell me,"I ask,"what is happiness again?for I've forgotten what it's like to be free Of gloom,to be unburdened." "You still know joy,"my memories whispered,"we know you remember. "We see what you see,hear what you hear,and make it somewhat sadder or sweeter." "It's almost left my life,"I retort. "I am idle with indifference, I can't feel pain nor joy;why chance pain by living your life at all when you cannot feel other emotions?Why not just die? Why bother?" "Because there is always a way out," my memories reply."There's a door, a ladder,a vent,a reaching hand.You may be imprisoned,but there's more to a prison than hopelessness and locks.all locks have keys,now you must find yours;before you lose your way;there's no going back if you do." with that in mind,I went home and dreamed of leaving;leaving the confines of the system,leaving my sorrows behind me.
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Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 11:42 PM UTC
Escape
when the sun surrendered to the moon's seductive words of sleep into my mind did I delve deep-- I visited my memories Piled carelessly on shelves An endless library of my emotions,actions and reactions which with every new day evolved "Tell me,"I ask,"what is happiness again?for I've forgotten what it's like to be free Of gloom,to be unburdened." "You still know joy,"my memories whispered,"we know you remember. "We see what you see,hear what you hear,and make it somewhat sadder or sweeter." "It's almost left my life,"I retort. "I am idle with indifference, I can't feel pain nor joy;why chance pain by living your life at all when you cannot feel other emotions?Why not just die? Why bother?" "Because there is always a way out," my memories reply."There's a door, a ladder,a vent,a reaching hand.You may be imprisoned,but there's more to a prison than hopelessness and locks.all locks have keys,now you must find yours;before you lose your way;there's no going back if you do." with that in mind,I went home and dreamed of leaving;leaving the confines of the system,leaving my sorrows behind me.
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SilverBullet
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 11:42 PM UTC
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