With star speckled eyes,
I looked out to the world,
And inevitably - a monologue with a blissful tone ensues.
"This modern green vista wraps this city like a blanket, holding together hopes and dreams in a bundle...
So stunning,
Dramatic,
Whimsical, even.
Nurturing all its inhabitants with those magical ingredients.
Thats how remarkable people are born.
With an innate bounce in their step
And a spark inside that never goes out.
What a relief.
It was once occupied with the skeletons dressed with pessimism, like the unwanted guests that overstay their welcome, who looked at life bleakly and leaked a dark goo of misery -- a world like the realm of Hades."
"Ludicrous,"
My inner demon scoffed.
"How so?"
I say with an arch eyebrow and a face twisting into bewilderment
"Hades maintained balance. How unconventional would it be for good to be without its bad? That goodie two-shoes over there in a overly frilly white dress, tacky halo would cease to exist without me!"
Taunted the scarlet colored creature, lounging like a king in the warm crevice of my left clavicle.
I nearly spilled my coffee when reality collided with my daydreaming.
Snap out of it,
I say under my breath,
Letting out a sigh,
I brush my bangs back and tucked my train of thought into my shirt pocket.
How do we know what is good if evil were not to exist?
Is evil really a necessary component of this world?
Which raises the question: what is existence? Because without the presence of evil there is no presence of good, so what is there?
What is the concept of reality?
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 12:54 PM UTC
With star speckled eyes,
I looked out to the world,
And inevitably - a monologue with a blissful tone ensues.
"This modern green vista wraps this city like a blanket, holding together hopes and dreams in a bundle...
So stunning,
Dramatic,
Whimsical, even.
Nurturing all its inhabitants with those magical ingredients.
Thats how remarkable people are born.
With an innate bounce in their step
And a spark inside that never goes out.
What a relief.
It was once occupied with the skeletons dressed with pessimism, like the unwanted guests that overstay their welcome, who looked at life bleakly and leaked a dark goo of misery -- a world like the realm of Hades."
"Ludicrous,"
My inner demon scoffed.
"How so?"
I say with an arch eyebrow and a face twisting into bewilderment
"Hades maintained balance. How unconventional would it be for good to be without its bad? That goodie two-shoes over there in a overly frilly white dress, tacky halo would cease to exist without me!"
Taunted the scarlet colored creature, lounging like a king in the warm crevice of my left clavicle.
I nearly spilled my coffee when reality collided with my daydreaming.
Snap out of it,
I say under my breath,
Letting out a sigh,
I brush my bangs back and tucked my train of thought into my shirt pocket.
How do we know what is good if evil were not to exist?
Is evil really a necessary component of this world?
Which raises the question: what is existence? Because without the presence of evil there is no presence of good, so what is there?
What is the concept of reality?
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