in the midst of my haze
i thought
of all the things i could be
of all the things i am not
in my dreams
i saw death
Inescapable
i prayed for another chance
just one
pleading for the strength to stay
and then i woke
my eyes slowly opening to the wall i had seen what
seemed to be light years ago
from a nightmare that felt as real as you
but even you aren't real
not really
in the midst of my haze
i saw the fragility of life
the fragility of humanity.
~SV
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Author:
Roselyn (
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Such an awakening. Striking at the myths we are given to believe as children and hang onto in later years.
Is this human form a trasitory stage in our lives like the pupa anf the butterfly? ... what follows?
Hi there!
yes in a sense it reflects the stages we go through as humans in morphing our sense of being over time. what follows in regards to this piece of work would be embracing this "fragility" of human life and moving differently in the society - in a more observant and careful demeanor to fully understand others and in doing so your inner self. a butterfly that has truly learned how to fly.
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