You start off the day with an upheaval
Of your already weary
But somehow young soul
You roll the tip of your pen
Across papers of sorts
Writing the words
You cannot comprehend

You sigh out
The tedious, monotonous presumptions
Of the world around you
And breath in the
Faint scent of hope
Mingled with coffee

You see meaning
In the meaningless
Awaiting the meaning of whole

You witness the murder of imagination
At the hands of brilliant minds
Already imaginatively bankrupt

You drag yourself through the hedious alley
Of dark secrets,
Deep wounds,
Unhealed scars,
Bleeding emotions,
Salty smiles,
gut wrenching cries,
And the demonic cult called life
With your head held high.

You skid to a halt
When you reach the exit
Only to be dragged back again
Where all of this started

You find the questions
To those answers you have been seeking
You realise time isn't a factor
And life isn't the perpetual phenomenon
Of suffering
alone.

You are all that you have
And love is your only source of energy

It is then where words come alive
And imagination dances
at the edge of your consciousness

You know your today
Is someone's tomorrow
You are a sense , a reason , a value

The world is matter
And you are that small particle of antimatter
Counting backwards to your annihilation.
You are a force
And the world is as ignorant
As Newton was
Before he discovered gravity.


#excerptfromabookiwillneverwrite
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P.s. : I seriously had no idea it was this long����

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