Reality; It is something you get used to after several years of your imagination of your imagination starts to dim and fairytales no longer exist. Nor do fairies, castles, or thinking you can fly simply out of belief. Reality hits you as soon as your imagination has left you. You start realized it is right in front of you and whatever it is; it is only in your will to change or alter it. When you step out of your infantry you see a little bit more of the world than you expected it to be. Take wrong exits and start to understand reality isnt what you prospect. You begin to comprehend that everything and everyone including yourself, may disappoint and dismay you. You make an effort to live up to the certain standards of the human race. You try to be superior; but when every attempt fails..you only blend in to the middle class of the society. You look out and observe where you are, what you are wearing, and look deep into the person you really are. Your appearance has become a camouflage that assimilated into the rest. Your obsercations have brought you to thinking if this is where you belong, who you really are, and if this is what you desired. In the back of your mind all of the questions have been answered for you. Your life, your possessions, and your face of existence or being have been spoiled by the curiosity of the outside world to perceive your freedom. As the individual you have made of yourself, and to your own belief are; runs through your veins as fake as the oxygen you breathe brings back memories of the person you were and the reality you used to live. Innocence is bliss..hold it dear.
Posted on: Sun, 25 Aug 2013 22:04:31 +0000
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