Solitary confinement
Beyond the procedural thought process of an envisioned mind in solitary confinement, I am aware i am alone, lost on the roads of lone, waiting. I know its strange that in spite of a world full of people the mind fells so. Redefined realty is what u think my reality is, it is no more a sum of your perspective and mine it is my perception now, your perception of me subjected to the inane realism where I counter every truth to override the same with my thought process is falsely criticized by me, I know, but do we need to fight, do I need to understand that life is nothing else other than the sum of all practicality, or is it? We all are on a drug called imagination and fancy.The fallacy of it is strange. It is like a swim in the Acheron, We all chose for whatever reason, we all live by it without a second thought, we sometimes remorse over it. I don’t, for what i chose in life were my choices, what I felt were my options, what I needed were my necessity. I was bold to take a step into absolute self made chaos. The chaos put me in order. Did you ever live out of your own box, out of the box experiences are new to most people I know. They react in a strange manner when I tell them I did something.
Did you ever stop to actually smell each rose? See the dew on each leaf? see the birds fly into each sunset each evening? Did you ever know how much you can think about someone? Did you ever feel the absolute emptiness within you eating up your life from the inside every breath you take? Did you live in the morbid fear of losing something or someone every second of your self? I did, and do you know what I have realized? I have realized that each rose smells different, each dew on each daisy is different, each shimmers with a glow as beautiful as life itself.
Did you catch a tear drop on a polished table, looked at it and wondered how important that each drop was? Did your heart know pain to such a degree that life itself seemed a little too easy to live alone compared to living in that moment?
I did, I do, and I rejoice each moment for I get to live in it. I’m alive, and I am aware I’m alive and I am aware that I am in love.
posted by Abinomable Non Nutcase @ 12:19 AM
