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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?

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

asylum

these dreams these dreams
that wake me in a cold sweat in darkness
these dreams these dreams
that leave me shaking alone in darkness
these dreams these dreams
that find me screaming out in darkness

are endless.

where does the soul find this torture?
when does the soul find peace?
how does the soul keep going
when its followed by these dreams these dreams?

for love's sake man,
can't you see I'm being eaten alive here? eaten alive.
for love's sake man,
can't you see I'm terrified here? terrified?
for love's sake man,
don't leave me alone now, don't leave me alone.


and that man in the corner, he's not really there
I know, man, I KNOW, but still, he stares and stares
and that girl in the bath, oh I know she's not real,
but she'll still tell me how worthless she feels

stay here awhile, please, so I can get some sleep,
stay here awhile, please, so I can get some peace

and when I wake up I'll see you here and know that
I'm ok, man, I'm ok.
cause you granted me asylum- for a few hours today.

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