I awaken to find this storm around me. This hazy image I'm not sure what. Whatever I think I was, was just a dream. When this illusion comes to an end, reality seems adrift to the winds. I'm not sure where I am or what to do next. I'm not sure if its dawn or dusk. I see a sign that I recognize. An old memory comes into picture. Not a whole, but a fragment of a memory. That person, that entity brings pain. But at this moment I would take anything, anything to kick start my senses. Anything to get me out of my foggy oblivion. And then the pain kicks in and the fog dissapears. Entities have surrounded me. Some real, some free. And some looking at me with utmost pity. And then the truth struck . The dream is about to be the reality. And as the sun sets on me, the heat takes me in.
It depends on the times we've created for ourselves. Times that were given to us to mould our today. Times that we smothered and deliberately put into several molds. I know. My fault. But I see now that the equal platforms are no more. People are haywire in life to build better times with everything they have. While I lay here shattered. I seek company. I seek confidence. I seek a way to move forward but all I can see is a fog. The rubbles of my own making blocking my way. Clearing them up is no easier task. But I for one never thought about the comparitive degree. I thought of a different word altogether or just flipped the sentence according to my convenience. They don't like that. People don't like it. Because then they can't determine who's first and who's not. They can't determine who's right and who's wrong. They can't determine whom to follow and whom to swallow. We do this for who? Many have asked this. They come up with terms like ...
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