The void
294 Words
Woven as the fabrics of which time itself is made of. With an end as all things eventually do, though the possibilities are endless. As art is defined as a satisfaction of a result, life sometimes mimics this definition. Thus we have eternal life, like the holy grail or better said immortality. Broken down further to never ending life. The greater satisfaction in something never ending, the greater creating something with not a complete result with that in mind forever would be seen as a better result for any mind.
Everything has a beginning, yet definability has a choice and/or illusion for an ending. This beginning is as simple as any other, sending the conclusion into a spiral of evolving into a delusionary crossroads where the solution is only one single way. Some and every way exposed, certain directions closed.
Lying in the gutter
Crying lost tears of a clutter.
Beaten and bruised there is nothing more left for me, for who?
Looking for a saviour
the rain draws heavier
sleeping through a cracks a flutter of change.
Angels hands laid out on her holy bout. Crystalized blessing picks me up and dusts me off and Imma' confessin'.
When society fails to provide suitable substitutes, people tend to use the forbidden objects anyway. Seeking of the forbidden path. Resemblance of objects tension reduction. Dreaming is a beautiful example of magical wish fullfillment. Reaction/formation --> the test. Oedipuss' complex. Narcissist. Castration. Indicative of prior knowledge, I must prevail, I must win. Through the mist I swing my sword so said to lunge and force and has it through your heart on course. Owe him and her everything and your life Save yourself and who you can through redemption cause' I know we all can.
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