DATE:Wednesday, April 22, 2015
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4:28 AM}
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For I wonder in the shadow with my head hang low. It has been a while, I note to myself, still counting the peebles on the black sand.
The sky overhead seems ominous and baleful of sinister wind circles me like a rough embrace of a snake.
Still, I keep going.
The thickness of my lashes smeared heavily on my eyes. It feels cold. My eyes feel cold.
Then I notice that the black sand beneath my feet had turn to white snow. Soft but like a cold kiss, it falls on my cheek.
Still, I keep going.
'Lost,' I whisper to myself. 'I am lost,'
Yet, my legs won't stop.
And like a thunder, it roars. It becomes so clear, the face of my doom.
Finding me,
Pararae.
Who is she? Is she real? Or is she just an illusion
in your mind…as real as the rising sun, scorching your skin. Or is she just a
rumor? A petty talk of small birds in the sky, singing a bittersweet melody
that invokes your imagination to feed your ego. Or is she just a reflection
that you see when you look into the mirror? Does she really exist? Or is she just
a figment of your dream? Life, after all, is an illusion. There is no reality
and there is no dream. Life is just a space where layers and layers of reality
stack each other. Intertwine. Connected. And disconnected.
Am I her? Is this her talking? Or is this something
else altogether? How can you be sure? Do you really know her? Can you really
know her? Who is she? A nerd who studies every hour of the day? But if she
studies every hour of the day, then how can she have time to be something else?
Do you want to know the truth? But, what exactly is
‘truth’? Is it a fact? Or just a vivid explanation made up by those with so-called
authority? Or is it a well elaborated lie?
Define truth…
Lying Me,
Pararae
DATE:Friday, February 27, 2015
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1:06 AM}
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