Tomorrow... All of this dies
The feelings The life The romance This microcosm of being that has been created Outside the realm of existence As we know it Everything we thought we were Everything it all "was" Everything we were Has been postponed Pushed off Left for later It died Everything we used to be Died, momentarily And it was beautiful We found a new life Here In this place Beyond what we were Or what we thought of ourselves We are here As nothing but ourselves Under the judgment of no one Beneath the fear of no one Just ourselves Nothing but ourselves Tomorrow... All of that dies We return to the monotony We return to the mundane We return to life... as it is As it should be As it were... I am so... terrified... ...to return to normalcy Here... I felt relaxation Here... I felt freedom Here... I felt love Here I found something that was an escape from my natural world Something that made me wonder why I keep on in my current atmosphere Something that told me there was something better I don't ever want to leave this fanciful world I have discovered But tomorrow... Tomorrow... All of this dies The feelings The life The romance This illusion of life that has been created It all dies tomorrow. And life comes rushing back in Reality reawakens And everything returns to normalcy Everything returns and it dies.
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Author"Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls." - Anais Nin Archives
February 2023
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