Ink stops flowing, words halt.
Everything restricts, everything repeats.
I see her happily beaming at him,
And someone else is living my dream.
She looks at me from far below,
I appear nonchalant, I go with the stream.
I am the pinnacle I don't want to be,
I am living someone else's dream.
Why would anyone want to be,
Realization suddenly dawns on me.
This is a real world and it's my reality,
But certainly, I am living someone else's dream.
I live her dream, she lives mine.
But she is what I want to be,
Suddenly, its too late to realiz
That I too, am someone else's dream.
Spree
2 Your takes:
I love you, too.
You're a writer? Crool shoes. Me, too (kinda, sorta). I know for a fact, however, you gotta whole lotta intelligence behind those two ears, girl; thus, I wanna give you my finite existence: to intrinsically value the Great Beyond which I’ve learned to appreciate, to visualize the fundamental reality of infinity is why I‘m here for a teeny-weeny amount of time. Looky here...
Precisely why I had our ‘philanthropic + epiphany’ (=so much to give + vision): wanna see a perfectly cognizant, fully-spectacular, Son-ripened-Heaven?? … yet, I’m not sure if we're on the same page if you saw what I saw. Greetings, earthling. Because I was an actual NDE on the outskirts of the Great Beyond at 15 yet wasn’t allowed in, lemme share with you what I actually know Seventh-Heaven’s Big-Bang’s gonna be like: meet this advanced, bombastic, ex-mortal Upstairs for the most juvenile-lip-service, extra-groovy, secret-sauce-paradox, pleasure-beyond-measure, Ultra-Yummy-Reality-Addiction in the Great Beyond for a BIG-ol, kick-some-ass, party-hardy, robust-N-risqué-passion you DO NOT wanna miss the sink-your-teeth-in-the-smmmokin’-hot-deal enveloping, engulfing our catch-22-excitotoxins. Cya soon, girl…
Nice thought.
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