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"A Time Ago"

lobb152lobb152 Posts: 193
edited May 2019 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Often times he sat alone. With the solitude, silently thinking wishing for some meaning. One day he awoke and the thought occurred no more. Released of this expectation he realized he had been aimlessly wandering, by choice. He found comfort in her voice. Saying her name put the fears to ease. In dreams he would walk with her, hand in hand. Wishing now, there would be no tomorrow.
I am a nothing dreaming of something unknown.
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  • CAVSTARR313CAVSTARR313 Posts: 8,756
    I feel you
    None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe that they are free.
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  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    12) I'm Open
    Time: 2:53
    Irons, Vedder
    A man lies in his bed in a room with no door.
    He waits hoping for a presence, something, anything, to enter.
    After spending half his life searching he still felt as blank as the ceiling at which he's staring.
    He's alive but feels absolutely nothing. So is he?
    When he was six he believed that the moon overhead followed him, by nine he had deciphered the illusion trading magic for fact.
    No tradebacks.
    So this is what it's like to be an adult.
    If he only knew now what he knew then...

    I'm open, (x2)
    Come in. (x4)

    I'm open, (x2)
    Yeah... Woo...
    Come in. (x4)

    Lying sideways atop crumpled sheets and no covers he decides to dream.
    Dream up a new self for himself.
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