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I dwell in impossibility,
somewhere between the unattainable
and the lost.
Rational thought submits
to the chaos of the inexplicable
and I do not fair well with questions
in the absence of answers.
There is no clear path
and so I wander through the darkness
bereft of light and direction.
I swallow bits of truth
picked from the mass of fantasy,
choking on the reality
of a dream from which I am awakening.
A black and white world
has banished me to the gray region
between what was and what could be.
somewhere between the unattainable
and the lost.
Rational thought submits
to the chaos of the inexplicable
and I do not fair well with questions
in the absence of answers.
There is no clear path
and so I wander through the darkness
bereft of light and direction.
I swallow bits of truth
picked from the mass of fantasy,
choking on the reality
of a dream from which I am awakening.
A black and white world
has banished me to the gray region
between what was and what could be.
Literature
Between Light and Dark
Suffering in the rain, while dancing under the stars. I know light will break through; that light will cast a shadow, but shadows give shade on a hot summer day, so I'll stand in that light and let the shadows fall. Love in the light and love in the dark, knowing both will come and go. The little stars twinkling in the sky, reminding me how alone we are in this cold, vast ocean makes love harder in darkness and light, knowing forever isn't coming and now is all we have—now is everything we have, and in the presence of now, I don't feel so alone. Rain pours and stars shine, as Now wraps a scarf around my neck, and in the midst of suffering, we dance on together.
Literature
Conversation with myself
In silent chambers of the soul, I roam, Where shadows dance and echoes find their home. Amidst the labyrinth of thought, I dwell, Engaged in conversations with myself. Whispers cascade through corridors of mind, In solitude, profound truths I find. A dialogue of whispers, soft and deep, Where secrets stir from their eternal sleep. In the stillness, I unravel mysteries untold, Exploring depths where dreams and visions unfold. Each word a ripple in the vast expanse, Echoing the echoes, in a timeless dance. Through the valleys of doubt, I gently tread, Seeking solace in the words unsaid. In the reflection of my own reflection, I find the answers to my introspection. The symphony of voices that reside within, A chorus of emotions, where to begin? In solitude, I find my greatest wealth, In the silent conversations with myself. Each thought a star in the endless night, I wander through the realms of inner light. Embracing shadows, embracing grace, In the sanctuary of this sacred
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I truly feel similarly, if not the same, about this. When you're child, everything is so simple, so just, so right. But once you hit adolescence that simplicity of the black and white fades and morphs into the abandonment that is the grey exile of being human and an adult at that. Again, or rather as always, thank you. 