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Silent Prayers of One on the Brink of Relapse

Let me drown myself in music
Let the silence settle in
The beat thumping in stead
Breathing air within

As I yearn for control
For I start to lose myself
Chaos pacing ’round
Always on toes

Quietly they whisper
Tempting me as they may
All in play, silently I say
“Let me not hinder”

The past is past
Future has yet to come
Present is all that matters
Matters most for some

Let me drown myself in music
Let the silence drawn near
Ruin not what I ask
For the urge has come to a near

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I Stand Where My Feet Brings Me

I am lost
Yet to be found
Dwindling on roads
Crossroads I’ve bet on
Surviving by the nick
Hoping for the best

I’ve been staring empty spaces
Playing memories beyond I
Control I’ve forgotten
An animal I’ve mutated

Human? I may not
Living? May be
Dying? Ughh…
What am I then?

I tend to wonder
If so I may
Where do I stand?
But oh, my feet brought me here.

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Choice for the Long Shot

To be doomed at the doors of fate
Here I stand to feel the same disdain
Frozen is the air around me
Dry, is the air that breathes me

Voices that cause an uproar
Each of them distinct and their own
Different tones, different tongues
Different opinions to be told

It is an endless cycle
Painstakingly takes forever
Just one choice to decide
Just one word out my mouth

A choice that leads to endless possibilities
I for sure am not knowing of the future
Too much at stake, too much to lose
Too much with none, too much to gain
All these, for a choice.

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Reality of the Imaginary

To live in an imaginary world filled with happiness and peace is to: risk the company of others, those whom you’ve known, know and have yet to know; risk the enlightenment and pain they cause upon you, with knowing that they are what makes of you – what makes you discover your limits and go beyond it; risk the warmth of their embrace and their physical comfort or words that can touch your soul; risk the chance to discover more and venture to the infinite line; risk the chance to call the bets and make decisions; risk the chance to expect the unexpected. To live in such a world is to seclude yourself from the continuous growth of oneself.

It is a choice, an option that one may choose with free will for it is said that we live in a free country. The thought of the happiness and peace makes one feel untouchable and safe from destruction, but being safe will not let one progress. In fact, it prevents anyone from moving forwards.

A world chosen in imaginary is to replay the present over and over again, a broken record on repeat, never going back neither forward. The moment one chooses, knowledge within the being is the only foundation of the imaginary. It may different from time to time but as the sand continuously fall by the grain, different would not be ‘different’ no more.

A pattern such as A, B, C, D may be the original set, within it one may make more, such as: AB, ABCD, ABC, ABD, ACD, AD and etc. In the end, the pattern will stop until there is no more. That is when one starts to repeat the pattern; when different would not be ‘different’ no more.

One cannot benefit. One shall remain stuck.

The past, present and future – there will be no such thing. Birth and death will no longer coexist as one may know. Everything is just a time played upon the infinity.