This falling, this is overwhelming me.
This time I can barely remember, who I was before
Who I am right now.
This, falling, makes me feel, fake, trembling unto you
This, falling, makes me feel, invisible, I am an illusion
This time I can barely remember, who came before
Who is here right now.
Can you hold on, stay inside this, pleasant reality
You say I am real, you say we’re not fake.
Our conscience is separated
You say we used to be one, eternal, living being
Please tell me.
Who came before
What is here right now.
Can you say that this pain is an illusion.
Are we really one? A single mind?
A faded light that cannot shine?
This, falling, this is overwhelming me.
This time I can barely remember, who I was before
Who I am right now.
This, falling, makes me feel, fake, trembling unto you
This, falling, makes me feel, invisible, I am an illusion
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Author:
Jalso (
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Comments3
Fascinating and with that repetition serving rather as a vividly poignant refrain, intensely haunting in its unanswered query. Lost in the midst reality, drifting from the shores of the tangible to find oneself in foamy sea of unknowns, wrestling with truth and sensations....very interesting with excellent imagery. Wish I could help you. May the LORD have mercy on you.
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Jenny
powerful and poignant and well expressed. the feeling of not being sure of who one is and what is real comes through very clearly.
Illusion, the feeling of not being real, invisible and helpless. came thru very clearly. Excellent write, soki
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