Distruge fiecare moment de fericire,
distruge-l
căci fericirea abuzivă doare.
Taci şi distruge fiecare strop de speranţă,
evaporă-l
picătură cu picătură.
Nimeni nu te-a acuzat pe nedrept de ceva,
iar piesa aceea era doar o piesă,
în ciuda
scenariului apocaliptic
pe care tu vrei să mi-l dai,
ca să joc după el.
Zâmbeai şi ne uitam unul la altul.
Şi ţi-a plăcut, sigur ţi-a plăcut rochia mea,
chiar dacă era albastră,
deşi ştiu că îţi place verdele.
Arătam bine,
arătam bine chia
Philosophy or stream of consciousness by InkStainedPens, literature
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Philosophy or stream of consciousness
Can I not partake of the fruit of life itself and live believing the lies that everyone else is meant to take whole heartedly and never question?
Is it philosophy or is it rampant rambling of random realities that, I remember, are not real, but rather representations of repressed emotion?
With open eyes I belittle my own beliefs, believing that the belly of the beast, which I am meant brutally to slay, is brought upon us from behind. It is beneath benevolence. Or is it above?
Not quite intentionally, I inspire myself with inquisitions about the inherently invented world, in which this individual race places itself on a pedestal of inexpl