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::imaginative introspection::

Imagine that all life is an illusion. All that exists is this moment. No past, no future, each memory, every plan, a part of the illusion. Life, in a photograph.

Do you like the image of yourself?

Friday, January 27, 2012

break from reality, healing quality

Woke up with a broken heart,
couldn't bear it from the start,
locked it up for the day,
that it may wither,
                      wither away.

And when the sun comes back again,
the pain won't be so strong, dear friend.

(Took today off from reality, I'll be back to normal functioning tomorrow.)

2 comments:

  1. Your poem is painfully beautiful.

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  2. Painfully beautiful and I hope you feel better!

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