Reality in contradiction

Reality in contradiction

Poach my vibration.

Level me to the ground.

Surge the negative energy.

Dark thoughts amplified.

Horrifying images that forever scare my mind.

Technological noise… that drowns out bliss.

These are the trials of the modern world.

A world where the prospect of hope lies in the fool’s heart.

Emotions frowned upon.

The age of the organics slowly breaks down

Chaos is the new serenity in return insanity becomes rationalized to the normal.

A virtual paradox of our on concoction.

Pills to make you happy and strong, keeping the mind fogged… for one is not to question that of their worlds reality.

The curse of the virtual world.

Blind we wander aimlessly about, minds conditioned and cleaned.

The future of our world looks bleak for the flesh of humanity… yet still in the darkest of hours we must hold onto the prospect of hope.

Can you hear her heart beating?

Freedom and the pursuit of happiness is but a dream… but oh how beautiful a dream can be.

Beauty wilted; the nightmare rose resumes to climb her trellis.

Silk petals raining down upon her feet, tears for the many who stay forever cursed.

Roots firmly planted her growth is strong, despite the inevitable climb.

Once upon a time she too thought their way.

Foolishly feverishly cling to the theory that hope for the future lies in the hearts and hands of the delicate system of illusion.

Then one day her dream turned into a nightmare.

Looking glass cracking as reality seeped through, and so the rose begun her ascent into the unknown.

Climbing her trellis despite the damage of the pending reality.

Empowered from within, empowered by thought, empowered by hope.

The sweet beautiful nightmare that is hope.

Reality in Contradiction

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Reality in Contradiction

Fairies are real.

Don’t believe me that is fine. Truth be told I did not believe so myself until one followed me home one day. Just my shadow you say. Just my imagination. Well it could have been… but if it was just my imagination or even my shadow for that matter then why do I feel such joy? Why did I smile as they sat upon my shoulder whispering sweet mischief into my ear? The two of us talking sweet nonsense… Why did the madness of the material world vanish in a haze? Why did the insanity that was my racing thought silenced by their words? Why did we laugh until we were both upon the ground gazing dizzily up upon the rolling the clouds above? Tell me friend I beg you to tell me… Tell me how is it that the flowers came to spring about just upon their arrival? Has your imagination ever made the sky weep? has your shadow ever made the breeze so sweet and soft that it kisses you gently upon your face as time drifts into nothingness? The work of the fay or feverish  mind.

Fairies are real, and I won’t let anyone tell me otherwise.