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My 2 Cents “the advocacy of women’s rights on the grounds of political, social, and economic equality to men.” Let me start by mentioning that I don’t usually get involved with political matters, but in this case, I’d say it’s more of a basic human rights matter. I’m a man, and I’m a feminist. I was lucky enough to grow up in a home with three women; my mother and two older sisters. Growing up with them gave me an enormous amount of respect for women, (even though I may have lost a certain amount of socially expected masculinity along the way), and their current lives continue to increase my respect for the opposite gender. My oldest sister is leaving to study abroad at Oxford in less than a week to major in philosophy. Philosophy. She also graduated high school with a 4.0 and was involved in power lifting competitions and is enlisted in ROTC. Simply put, she’s an animal. She’s worked hard her entire life and I’d hate to see a world that put that hard work to waste. My other sister is working three jobs to pay her way through college and is planning to major in psychology. I’m always envious of her work ethic and level of commitment to not only her education, but to her friends and family as well. My mother has been my backbone since I was a child. She was always the one I turned to in times of trouble, and continues to be. She works hard everyday, while going through mentally straining marriage problems, and comes home and still asks me about my day. She has given me nothing but unconditional love for my entire existence. For these reasons, it boggles my mind why anyone would ever be anti-feminism. I am genuinely confused as to why, because their bodies are different, women get less privileges, respect, opportunities, and even money. I just don’t get it. I am also disgusted that women are seen by most men as walking ****** organs. l will admit genuine guilt to using the number scale to “rate” women. It’s something I grew up with, but now it sickens me. Assigning a number to a woman based on your misguided views on how she should look, whether you would **** her, is something I find repulsive. There’s nothing wrong with admiring the opposite *** but no one gives a **** about your stupid opinion, especially the woman. I hope someday if I ever have a daughter that she will have the privilege of living in a country of gender equality, tolerance, and open-mindedness. Anyway, I just wanted to put my two cents in. I am a man. I am a feminist. Peace.
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Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 9:46 PM UTC
My Two Cents
My 2 Cents “the advocacy of women’s rights on the grounds of political, social, and economic equality to men.” Let me start by mentioning that I don’t usually get involved with political matters, but in this case, I’d say it’s more of a basic human rights matter. I’m a man, and I’m a feminist. I was lucky enough to grow up in a home with three women; my mother and two older sisters. Growing up with them gave me an enormous amount of respect for women, (even though I may have lost a certain amount of socially expected masculinity along the way), and their current lives continue to increase my respect for the opposite gender. My oldest sister is leaving to study abroad at Oxford in less than a week to major in philosophy. Philosophy. She also graduated high school with a 4.0 and was involved in power lifting competitions and is enlisted in ROTC. Simply put, she’s an animal. She’s worked hard her entire life and I’d hate to see a world that put that hard work to waste. My other sister is working three jobs to pay her way through college and is planning to major in psychology. I’m always envious of her work ethic and level of commitment to not only her education, but to her friends and family as well. My mother has been my backbone since I was a child. She was always the one I turned to in times of trouble, and continues to be. She works hard everyday, while going through mentally straining marriage problems, and comes home and still asks me about my day. She has given me nothing but unconditional love for my entire existence. For these reasons, it boggles my mind why anyone would ever be anti-feminism. I am genuinely confused as to why, because their bodies are different, women get less privileges, respect, opportunities, and even money. I just don’t get it. I am also disgusted that women are seen by most men as walking ****** organs. l will admit genuine guilt to using the number scale to “rate” women. It’s something I grew up with, but now it sickens me. Assigning a number to a woman based on your misguided views on how she should look, whether you would **** her, is something I find repulsive. There’s nothing wrong with admiring the opposite *** but no one gives a **** about your stupid opinion, especially the woman. I hope someday if I ever have a daughter that she will have the privilege of living in a country of gender equality, tolerance, and open-mindedness. Anyway, I just wanted to put my two cents in. I am a man. I am a feminist. Peace.
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Everything was going according to plan Highschool. Pre-Med. Med. Specialization. Never in my wildest dreams did I think That you would add up to this equation Never did I think that things would end up Like how it is at this moment. *You never were meant for this equation And yet, you fit in so perfectly* I was expecting nothing, and yet.. You Never did I think that you, once a variable, would become a constant. That you would succeed euler's number or the symbol for radians, pi, as important constants in my life, you're as important but as confusing as i. I mean, at times you're really confusing me like rationalizing the negative square root of 3, but it's simply, really how I thought it would be to make sense of irrationality. Things like this would make sense mathematically, but not in reality. In reality, you're more simple, yet oh-so filled with insanity. But it still boggles my mind, on how a lovely variable like you becomes a constant in my life.
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May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 11:30 AM UTC
Out-of-the-plan
--- What lies beneath the surface? All the media hype? What lies beneath your internet, your TV and your Skype? What lies beneath the input that boggles your wee brain? What's up with politicians? The jingoist refrain? What's up with Miley Virus, in her fairy leotard ******* bare for all to see... hoist on her own petard? Is it all it seems? A world that's just sick? Or is it a great metaphor for a magic trick? While the Great Houdini rolls up with a band you're watching smoke n mirrors and disregard his hands. Televangalists preach prosperity! Filling up the pews, While you're watching people going crazy on the news! What lies beneath Denver? The Dome of the Rock? Are there great growing cities? Or is all of that just talk? There was once a mighty ship they thought would never sink... Folks, what's beneath's an iceberg **and it's CLOSER THAN YOU THINK!** SoulSurvivor (C) 5/19/2015
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May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 2:56 AM UTC
What Lies Beneath
Oh, those poor peasants without a *** to **** in who celebrate their thin-skinned twittering king ascending in his gilded elevator of gold stolen from the empty plates of those who do pay taxes with real axes to grind it boggles my mind just what in the hell could they have been thinking I mean, Sweet Jesus, we'll all be refugees in the end. *Where e're we go, we celebrate The land that makes us refugees, From fear of priests with empty plates From guilt and weeping effigies.* --Shane MacClowan, "Thousands Are Sailing"
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Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 9:43 PM UTC
Golden elevators and not a *** to **** in
it genuinely boggles my mind when i try to fathom how it is actually possible to contain an immense amount of warmth and love for someone loving someone to the extent that it transcends physicality? to the extent that it encompasses more than just the body and the soul? i could go on and on, ramble endlessly, and write about how the act of selflessly giving yourself to another person is seemingly something akin to breathing -- natural, unsought, easy, and innate but i fear it would still not be able to fully encapsulate the depth and ferocity of this closely-knit emotion that this frail body of mine holds. (i could certainly try but it would take a millennium)
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Oct 12, 2023
Oct 12, 2023 at 2:04 PM UTC
my love mine all mine
It was only yesterday I can remember my loneliness Until I saw my sunshine Going down across the way The moon shines bright Against those evening clouds When they clear and steer away That’s where majestic go and fly My shadows circle and die Even they utter and cry No matter how hard you try You can’t have all your dreams An occasional reckless scream In the distance I try to listen Mixed morals sound and glisten Shut my eyes while I try The suns usual rotation A God or natural creation Understanding Life and above Is like capturing your love Even those that taught you so Tell you not to lie but theirs glow Whether it’s a songbird or a crow Sometimes you got to let it flow The sky always waits No matter how bad the wake Never ever trying to take You, me, and nothing more My mind toggles and boggles Good and bad being smuggled Trying to erase and start anew What’s left that I can see? You said there's nothing to fear Even though I was never held close, It doesn't matter my heart was splattered and nailed up on plaster Shooting star across the way Reminds me you didn't stay So I’ll never forget That my sunshine’s gone away
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Aug 8, 2010
Aug 8, 2010 at 10:05 PM UTC
Doggy Style
Just to speak to you, to explore your innermost thoughts. I wish to know you, to enjoy your company. Less and less I sleep, just thinking about you. Loving the idea of spending time with you, even if it is only for a moment. I believe that moment could spark an idea in your mind. An idea that perhaps we should become better acquainted with each other. Never have I felt such instantaneous attraction at such an unexpected moment. Oh, how I want to listen to your voice. Hear the soft melody escape your lungs and float gently into my mind. And feel the warmth it offers. It would be a paradise to spend this time with you. Regretfully, you will never know this, for you will never know me. Existing in two different worlds, two different lifestyles, our paths crossed and begin to drift away just as two lines meet, only to be separated once again. Yes, we will go on to live our own lives, and more than likely, we will be happy. On the other hand, what if out paths met and became one in the same...what could have happened? Unending possibilities emerge and my mind swims with the thought that our meeting was not coincidence. An eternal happiness with one another. Realizing this...it boggles my mind. Excitement overwhelms me as I run through every scenario. Being together...it could have been the best thing to ever happen to us. Each day with you would have been a blessing, another day I would live on this Earth as a happy human being. Adoring you in all your beauty. Unbelievable beauty. This is what you possess. I can only imagine you are as beautiful on the inside as you are in plain sight. For you’ve cast a spell on me and I can’t shake it. Under the stars we would sit, discovering just how perfect we are for each other. Love surrounds us as the world outside fades away.
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Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 11:26 PM UTC
Jillian
Just to speak to you, to explore your innermost thoughts. I wish to know you, to enjoy your company. Less and less I sleep, just thinking about you. Loving the idea of spending time with you, even if it is only for a moment. I believe that moment could spark an idea in your mind. An idea that perhaps we should become better acquainted with each other. Never have I felt such instantaneous attraction at such an unexpected moment. Oh, how I want to listen to your voice. Hear the soft melody escape your lungs and float gently into my mind. And feel the warmth it offers. It would be a paradise to spend this time with you. Regretfully, you will never know this, for you will never know me. Existing in two different worlds, two different lifestyles, our paths crossed and begin to drift away just as two lines meet, only to be separated once again. Yes, we will go on to live our own lives, and more than likely, we will be happy. On the other hand, what if out paths met and became one in the same...what could have happened? Unending possibilities emerge and my mind swims with the thought that our meeting was not coincidence. An eternal happiness with one another. Realizing this...it boggles my mind. Excitement overwhelms me as I run through every scenario. Being together...it could have been the best thing to ever happen to us. Each day with you would have been a blessing, another day I would live on this Earth as a happy human being. Adoring you in all your beauty. Unbelievable beauty. This is what you possess. I can only imagine you are as beautiful on the inside as you are in plain sight. For you’ve cast a spell on me and I can’t shake it. Under the stars we would sit, discovering just how perfect we are for each other. Love surrounds us as the world outside fades away.
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As I'm sure you're aware Ive always felt that the bee gees harmonies And melodies Are near without compare But as i hear the song You know which one I crack inside a bit more Because i think of her And how she can't be near Here with me So we can be two lost souls Intertwined for eternity I can't understand why fate loves to ***** with me The distance between us already boggles the mind, one would think that'd be enough But she's going away, for at least a month... Its hard enough with consistent communication But this just adds a bit more fire to this situation I'm placed in How deep is your love you ask? For you deeper than an ocean
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Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 10:49 PM UTC
How deep is your love
It boggles the simple mind That one such as you exists. Adoration, Admiration, Awe, and Respect. Like water through the deepest valley Or snow on the highest peak You exude creativity So brilliantly bright and clean. It baffles the simple soul That one like you remains unknown. Humility, Modesty, Understanding, Calm. You're a quiet shock to the system Of what society's expected You're a reflection of a vision Of a utopia unblemished.
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Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 2:36 PM UTC
Shock Value Pt. 2
It is the single most complex and simple thing in this world It boggles my head Hurts my heart But it's there
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Jun 21, 2021
Jun 21, 2021 at 2:37 PM UTC
Love
a monkey from a barrel once said to me, can you appreciate the absurdity of a life run on the collation of wealth. scrabbling to find a monopoly. not caring for individuality just racing to be the last man standing. "numero uno" grandstanding with a poker face, always having to win the race. hungry hippo, grasping, grasping all the time. no patience for games, even life. just running the board playing chess, all the time. just waiting for the mousetrap to fall, kerplunk. then just left  to pick up the sticks, to deal the cards, for a game of   go fish. the mind just boggles, at the thought of the frantic images wrought by the monkey and the mind games he played so i stuffed him back in the barrel where he now stays he and his bamboozling jigsaw puzzle patter.
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May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 6:15 PM UTC
monkey talk
“ To have and to hold From this day forward For better for worse” These words are in his mind Twenty four hours of the day. Regretting the name he signed A mistake forever he will pay. To have and to hold Well what kind of saying is that The marriage has gone icy cold Like it’s frozen in an ice cream vat. For better and for worse The mind boggles at that one It is like it is some form of curse Getting better when she’s won. She stands there hand on hips With a menacing look about her And I’m scared what’ll come out of her lips And whether she’ll take it further. She’s taken up some martial art pursuits Now I have to be very careful what I say Because she has me shaking in my boots So I remember that I have to obey. From the very first sip of the champagne That was the moment I first recall I thought at the time of the old ball and chain I could imagine me attached to a wall. She had me hooked good and proper The dreaded moment when on went the ring That was when my life was for the chopper And all the misery it would bring. Nag, nag ,nag all of the flipping day Do this, do that, don’t forget, don’t forget I used to think “is that all you can say” I am sure you wouldn’t have married an idiot. But apparently I did it seems, for my sins So I think I will lay to rest this curse And this is where my new life begins It can be for any better or for any worse.
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Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 11:08 PM UTC
To Have And To Hold
I've got a secret Kept it hidden well It's destroying my soul And gonna send me to hell But I like how it feels I love how it tastes It's fun and invigorating When I'm testing my fate It boggles my mind And clouds my eyes Helps me become numb And stops all the cries I can smell the memories Fading out of my life With every pop, snort And brand new knife
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Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 8:56 PM UTC
#SecretConfessions (For My Challenge)
A word to all the non-believers, leave your troubles, your worries tonight. If horror still haunts you without God to guide you, receive this one word insight. Time. Time can make all things possible. Time can wait for need to arise. And create things unimaginable, unbelievable. Tried, revised, its power is constant, its motion complete. without the gumption to end, or repeat. Time is everywhere. Time is everything. Time boggles. Time contrasts. Time is a moment, a millennia, a mountain, a mouse. Time is Time, time and time again. If you have anything to fear, anything to obey, be it time, believe it or not.
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Nov 17, 2010
Nov 17, 2010 at 5:12 AM UTC
A word to all the non-believers
It seems as though I'm predisposed towards the frivolity and uncaring nature of my younger self, And even now that I've "Grown out of it" My life seems to reflect every decision I've ever made and they were rarely good ones So here goes to hoping for the future, even though I'm not sure how Because if I don't I'm scared what may come next Because life has handed me chance after chance and I'm afraid I've run out of do overs So pray for my strength Because I'm desperately clinging to a life given me by the grace of something. Because there's no other way to explain away the things I've done, The people I've hurt, And the idea that anyone could love me anyway boggles my mind And if you look deep enough I hope you'll find that I don't ever want to be that way But after years and years of pain it takes time to change, So please have faith, For I don't always say the right things, I don't always remember names, I don't always think of the important things, I try, Lord knows, I try I fail, Everyone knows I have failed, But even if my efforts aren't enough for everyone it doesn't matter Even if I'm thrown back out to sea to drown in me I'll float Because god **** it I'm better than this, Because I chose to be God **** it I was alone before I can do it again, So if you don't wish to see me struggle, if you don't wish to see my pain Walk away I can do without the saving grace For I am a new man, because I ******* say so.
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Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 9:59 AM UTC
Pause for Effect
Many years I’m touched it’s not enough I’m involved, but I have not evolved (I think I’m locked inside my head, but acting outside my desires) Desires our fires, but embers have not fulfilled A wake in the bend and soon the light will emerge in the ripples (I think I’m learning I’m my lead) Pleasing is displeasing, look at me now I’m living fiction because to please everyone will never satisfy (I think I’m learning I’m so different) The light is manifesting and the waves are turning Drop of light in a lens, I see myself through the lens (I’m learning what I want from me, not somebody, but me) The light in the tunnel is airy, but sharp in rays A laser is pointing at love; Mysteriously, I’m in love (I’m learning that my desires are unique- make me, my own) It came one day, on a stage; music pranced through A note boggles in me, and shakes my soul- it’s art Writing, music, philosophy, ideas, and beauty And I was soaked, in green;   (I’m learning that I desire a musical life not a pleasing one)
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Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 5:31 PM UTC
Making Sense
I'm a stupid girl. I hate it. I hate my brain and my heart and they love ******* with me at this hour. Im good at pretending, my poker face is a masterpiece. You probably dont know the extent of my feelings and it boggles my mind because these emotions are so intense that I can physically feel the energy overflowing when I'm around you. Every time you look into my eyes I swear you can see it, maybe you're just a boy and you don't pick it up, or maybe I'm right and you're so intuitive that you know but you just don't reciprocate. Or you don't want to ruin the relationship we've built because you've gone through enough heartache and you don't want to feel that way again. I just want to love you but the ****** up thing is that i want you to be happy even more. I've never felt this and it ******* scares me, am I capable of loving you from afar? I don't know how long I can keep this up. Your best friend told me that you're getting over your feelings for your last girl, he said you want to take a year long break from non platonic relationships. Am I enough for you? Can I get you to open up to me? To love me? Am I being selfish? **** I should go to sleep.
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Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 4:37 AM UTC
4:25 am
Mind boggles and heart melts down That's when I feel you around A bliss fills the air Permeating everywhere With you, everything is fine Feels brilliantly divine A psychedelic rift rhymes Across the vast ocean of space and time A color intermediate green and orange In the spectrum of coloration tinge Looks great on you and me Meet you again, when it'll be time
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Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 1:57 PM UTC
When It'll be Time
heavy drips rise from unseen mind that boggles spaceless theme —seems to escape i cannot keep it in my frame the reference begins to blur as does my conscience of this room i am and the picture is, that's about how much i can handle by climbing up i managed to go under wait, ***** that, i'm going back.
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May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 11:59 AM UTC
envision
A page filled with nonsense in a book of standard things, How's one to get lost in a jungle lush and teeming with all these mind boggles and heartstrings? You're in for a surprise, splendor Forget-me-nots by the ardent river, Babbling, waiting, plucked to give Placed on a grave of your spring, Winter is coming, as fall retiring, Set in for your rude awakening - You're meant to outgrow within The child dies, but the man refuses To go out and start - he fears to begin.
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Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 11:51 PM UTC
Forget-me-nots
It was only yesterday I can remember my loneliness Until I saw my sunshine Going down across the way The moon shines bright Against those evening clouds When they clear and steer away That’s where majestic go and fly My shadows circle and die Even they utter and cry No matter how hard you try You can’t have all your dreams An occasional reckless scream In the distance I try to listen Mixed morals sound and glisten Shut my eyes while I try The suns usual rotation A God or natural creation Understanding Life and above Is like capturing your love Even those that taught you so Tell you not to lie but theirs glow Whether it’s a songbird or a crow Sometimes you got to let it flow The sky always waits No matter how bad the wake Never ever trying to take You, me, and nothing more My mind toggles and boggles Good and bad being smuggled Trying to erase and start anew What’s left that I can see? Shooting star across the way Wishing that you’d stay So I’ll never forget That my sunshine’s gone away
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Aug 18, 2010
Aug 18, 2010 at 7:16 PM UTC
Sunshine
I moved on with my life…what to you mean It’s time believe what I heard and I’ve I seen The purest of pure is what you betray You’re fortress of lies are not bricks but just clay It crumbles with ease with the lightest of wind Cause a lie is lie created by sin Self righteous in mind but wrong to the core Self image by you is one to adore And I know the truth without shadow of doubt You’re lies are not small but measured in stout I accept what I’ve done and carry the blame Though left with your sin and burdened with shame But no shame for you still boggles the mind Cause what you have done is much justified Only to you but most would agree A cheat is a cheat when those are not free A much selfish task with worry for none A girlfriend a daughter or even a son With much hurt to follow when first you deceive Desperate in heart, fake love you’ll receive
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May 17, 2010
May 17, 2010 at 6:21 AM UTC
You
It's a thought that boggles me. My hopes My dreams, are not far away. It would be tough, but it'd be short. I could go pro in soccer If I tried. I could make straight A's if I tried. I'm frequently presented with the opportunity to be successful, why don't I take them? *"Anything worth it, will be hard. Anything easy, won't be worth it."*
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Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 10:18 PM UTC
What if I tried
Look how far we’ve come. from an idea, a desire we came from materialized from conception and now have take form. Life is fascinating No matter how much I want to die existence always amazes me. Life is treads exactly on the boundary of reality and illusion. What so real can seem so unreal. Like the mist in the cold morning. It exists for us to see but slowly disappears with no trace. The past seems so distant and the future oh so near. Sometimes I catch myself asking the questions of whether or not the things in the past happened or if it was just a figment of my imagination. Memories that I have crafted for myself. Makes you wonder what wisdom trees hold as they withstood the test of time. living and dying through the seasons Memories they have kept as time did not stop. I wonder if the trees ever miss the people who always pass by them Their voices, their faces. How every day must be a nostalgia trip as they live the present and the past at the same time. Death still boggles me. How one thing that used to be alive is no longer around. Only records of them stay. Pictures, videos, voice recordings and their words immortalized in things like letters and poems. How dead beings still walk the living present by nothing but records Maybe I’m just thinking too much. Maybe all of this doesn’t make sense. Maybe this pale form of a poem is just a way to convey a feeling that we have not come up a name for. A feeling stronger than Nostalgia but weaker than being sentimental. I don’t know. I maybe be gone tomorrow. Maybe in a few minutes. I too will become something that is and will turn into what was. Who knows.
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Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 3:18 PM UTC
Life. Death. And everything in between
Look how far we’ve come. from an idea, a desire we came from materialized from conception and now have take form. Life is fascinating No matter how much I want to die existence always amazes me. Life is treads exactly on the boundary of reality and illusion. What so real can seem so unreal. Like the mist in the cold morning. It exists for us to see but slowly disappears with no trace. The past seems so distant and the future oh so near. Sometimes I catch myself asking the questions of whether or not the things in the past happened or if it was just a figment of my imagination. Memories that I have crafted for myself. Makes you wonder what wisdom trees hold as they withstood the test of time. living and dying through the seasons Memories they have kept as time did not stop. I wonder if the trees ever miss the people who always pass by them Their voices, their faces. How every day must be a nostalgia trip as they live the present and the past at the same time. Death still boggles me. How one thing that used to be alive is no longer around. Only records of them stay. Pictures, videos, voice recordings and their words immortalized in things like letters and poems. How dead beings still walk the living present by nothing but records Maybe I’m just thinking too much. Maybe all of this doesn’t make sense. Maybe this pale form of a poem is just a way to convey a feeling that we have not come up a name for. A feeling stronger than Nostalgia but weaker than being sentimental. I don’t know. I maybe be gone tomorrow. Maybe in a few minutes. I too will become something that is and will turn into what was. Who knows.
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