The realm of dreams and the trials of existence have been at war for eons
I had a dream about that guy.
He was all the man you thought he would be.
I beat him.
We both moved on.
He beat me in that too.
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I saw death not too long ago
A hooded figure made of cold glitches and self-reflections
I say cold because when you see death, you will not fear it. You will understand it. Then you will run from it.
You will scramble to baton down the hatches
Thinking whatever it is you believe is why you’re alive and should go on living
By instinct, one will seek to defy that demanding darkness
From that struggling.... will one will find a moment of peace?
A sliver of solace breaks across me like the first rays of that one sunrise. You know the one I’m talking about
Devoid of bravado, I say that death did not come to me with a cruel sneer and a mean grip
No. There was a warm blanket made of my brightest moments and absolute beliefs. This blanket was split in two. One half laid at my feet. Over a piece of expanse. The other draped across my shoulders.
A boon against the cold silence of the falling night
I was then embraced by the balance as my own father cursed my existence
Death formed a mouth and asked me in my mother's voice
“You did all that killing to kill yourself huh? “
In that moment, fueled by all we imagine, desire and fear
I accepted that I would not give up
Now I’m laying bed and eating a bagel.
Kind of funny how that worked out huh?
