Deep Thoughts for the Day: Real

maybe another time. when motion coincides with what strokes our hearts.

until then keep the windows closed. glass between. as eyes look upon. sight refracted. the world a reflection of what it really is. colors listleslly mapped. until nothing reminas except our memories of the colors we've lost.

could it be we are forgotten. as they are to us. we to them.

should it be that we are moving on. railroad hearts turning their switches.

on and on the steam billowing behind. the horn screeching its plight. while underneath the rails disappear mile by mile.

was none of it real. just the dream of a girl lost in the maze of a man. wall after wall wear passages i'd hoped to find.

it always had to end. i knew this. everything must. but it's a shame it had to end so soon. when everything in life is temporary, should not love be permanent.

or least try. for all we give to it. shouldn't it give something back. when most of all we need it. why won't it make those same promises that we've made to it. and keep them. as we tried to. it needn't succeed. only make the effort. and that would be sufficient.

how can it still not know what this heart desires most. after all these years of chosing it. that reward means nothing compared to purpose.

that i am what it becomes of me. puzzle peice without a hole that fits.

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  1. was none of it real. just the dream of a girl lost in the maze of a man. wall after wall wear passages i'd hoped to find.

    it always had to end. i knew this. everything must. but it's a shame it had to end so soon. when everything in life is temporary, should not love be permanent.

    or least try. for all we give to it. shouldn't it give something back. when most of all we need it. why won't it make those same promises that we've made to it. and keep them. as we tried to. it needn't succeed. only make the effort. and that would be sufficient.

    how can it still not know what this heart desires most. after all these years of chosing it. that reward means nothing compared to purpose.

    that i am what it becomes of me. puzzle peice without a hole that fits.


    I am struggling with love right now. And you are right, after all these years of choosing it, how can my heart not know. And why have I not gotten anything back? I don't get it. It hurts. Love is pain. It is a struggle that I am too weak to win.

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