Tänkte jag kanske kunde dela det här :)
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I’m trapped in my own imaginarium.
I feel lonely, like a wolf without a pack, or a gun without a bullet. I’m empty…
But in my imaginarium, im free! I can control my own world, my own dimension of life. From time to time, whether I’m happy or sad.
When I’m happy, I imagine the world a better place. A world without violence, a world without war and unhappiness.
But I can’t always control my mind. Sometimes, other things takes over! It gets dizzy, I feel stunned. All I see by then is dark things, things that is the complete opposite to "happiness", I see death...
Death is a strong word for the ones that doesn’t mean the meaning of it. One of those people are me… I mean, what is ”Death”?
You ever wondered if you had a different life? Or maybe a life after this life…?
I’m thinking about it every day, every night. What would my life be if it wasn’t this?
Would I even exist?
But then I start to think about my family. What would I be without them?
How could I possibly ask for a better life without the family I have today!?
So many questions, yet remains unanswered.
In my sad imagination, there is just darkness. I’ve tried to figure that out actually! Why is it that, when I’m sad there is just darkness?
Sad can be a good thing, but also a bad thing. You might’ve lost your grandparents or anyone else that you loved deep down from your heart. By then, sadness is a beautiful thing.
There is so many other options when you talk about sadness. You can cry with someone, or for someone, maybe even over someone.
When I lost my grandfather, I felt most of all anger. I was thinking, why would a human being like my grandfather just pass away like that!?
But then it comes to my mind, when all anger washed away with the wind, he had cancer.
Curses upon that sickness. I can’t even write about this before I get my eyes teared up…
There is also the times… Times when I’m really angry, you might know the feeling when you just wanna rip something apart. By then, all I see in my imagination is black holes.
By black holes I don’t just mean like black holes in space. When I say black holes I mean like, every black hole for me is a path. But I will have to choose wisely, to pick the correct hole. BUT!
What if I pick the wrong path?
What would happen?
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