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by Seraphina A summer night sky. It draws me in with it's inky blackness. The stars, like tiny pinpricks of hope. How I long to reach out and grasp that hope. It's times like these I wish, even believe that there is such thing as astral projection. The blissful thoughts of leaving my body in this useless existence, to let my mind roam free of such things that always seem to be getting me down. But then I realise that this too would be a useless existence. What then, is a useful existence? Then it hits me. Death. The most useful of all existence's. Free from pain but more importantly, free from causing pain. I fear death more than I once did and yet, it is a welcome thought when compared to living out this life, meandering, failing hurting. It wouldn't take much. |
