The inter-self may believe that to
survive it must find the strength to
run away. Retreat invades the mind
each day.
It is not always a question of whether
to leave or stay with the physical body.
The mind tells us that departure from
life is the only way.
A dream of escaping a crestfallen existence
starts ominous emotions. Yearning to
create happiness on more than a fabrication
of the Imagination.
Misplaced souls lives are not filled with
treasured memories, life has not been kind.
They are unsure of where they are going.
They have been living in tormented moments
a tiring and emotional time.
Living in uncertainty, truth unknown to those
who are near. Fading souls find that life is
hanging onto the tail of a spinning world
trying not to slip into a dark abyss of fear.
Struggling between reality and imaginary
subsistence. Unwanted, believing they are
doomed to watch others be happy from a
self-imposed Distance.
It is in silence that they turn inward. Back
to their hiding place, deep within the core of
self-preservation. A place where peace
abounds. Fear subsides, outwardly knowing
true happiness will never be found.
When there are no longer reasons to chase
after dreams, these lost souls believe that only
in death will they find truth. Only with death,
their tree of happiness will bear fruit.
Dreams of escaping a crestfallen existence may
be contemplated as a never-ending vacation.
Yet, it must be known as a false consideration,
a delusional unhappiness, a fabrication of their
imagination.
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Why is it a false consideration?
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Deception of such deliberation, final thoughts.
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