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The past is rendered imaginary by our inability to move backwards in Time. We are doomed to progress towards a real future. One that becomes finite at its transition to the present.

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Someone New and Exciting

I am an addict. Fallen victim to a drug as powerful, And as indispensable As the warm and radiant glow of the sun.

I am not violent, no danger to others. But I am an addict nonetheless. I cannot stop myself, thinking that it’s what I want, Or what I need, despite the physical consequences.

It is an illness, a disease, but one that feels so good, so right. Fighting it makes no sense, and I could not if I wanted to. I am drawn to it like a moth to an irresistible, dancing flame. I am not afraid of burning or melting, I know how it feels.

It is an addiction, an old habit, old trap I fell for again. Obsessive as they come, always trying to be clever. Here is where it led me. Down the rabbit hole wishing to play with the queen.

It seems to be a common dependence, But I am still playing the violin with thin and sharp strings. I do not want to be sobber, I do not want it to end. And I am lucky not to be the only one in this mess.

Something so chemical, that grows so elegantly. Leaving you wanting more and more every time, always, always. Something flowing through my lungs, rushing through my veins. It must be something about her smile.

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Pray for the impossible

To be, or to become, dull like a stranger’s fall. The preacher of crazy wants to be strong and tall. Don’t give up on your dreams, to prove improbable. Do cherish thy neighbour, and blame yourself at all.

Display some compassion, Chaos has a brother. Always causing trouble despite his poor mother. Aiming for the stars, ending up breaking mirrors. Even accused his parents of being killers.

Ask yourselves whatever people really worship, Is it worth the burn of your loved ones’ ego trip? Claire, only nine is already writing her vows, Learning to take care of all things around the house.

The unfair owns all of us, by now we should know. No one goes unpunished, it hunts you like a crow. You’ll try, you’ll ask, you’ll beg, you’ll kneel, you’ll cry, you’ll crawl. And eventually pray for the impossible.

Drowned Redbeard

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Not just words; 1

Let us take a moment to appreciate the meaning and philosophical symbolism behind one of the greater words of the English language. The soul. It is said that the soul, may be the only immortal part of the human body. One part of us that will never decay, never transform and therefore never be given back to nature. What makes this word so beautiful is that it is the most honest reflexion of one’s true self. The soul is the thing you see beyond a body, beyond someone’s lies. If you are looking for the person you really are the soul is your identity, like DNA is the very construction manual for our fragile bodies. I understand the soul is nothing more than a philosophical tool, an example of undeniable truth about the ethical standpoint of a person. It seems to be an all-round theoretical representation of all that someone really is. No facades, no filters, no defence mechanisms to hide behind. Simply a detailed representation of a mind, body, and life about which there is nothing left to deduce. All cards are on the table.