I am not of this world
Sometimes you have to do things you don't want to do. Even if you are sad, you tell them you are happy. Even if you want to be alone, you see them to make them feel part of your sorrow. You are not allowed to wallow in the melancholy. You are not allowed to cry because their heartbreak would be painful to bear. You are not allowed to just be.
I am not of this world. I have suspected this for a while.
And that is my hope.
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Keats once said: "I have two luxuries to brood over my walks: your loveliness and the hour of my death. Whether I can have possession of them both in the same minute.'
Love can just so easily be Death in disguise.
I think about this often Mun; I feel that life itself is illusory, that all emotions that awash us will only naturally retreat, to leave us cold and wanting. Perhaps in passing will we find our absolution. Maybe in the cessation of this dream will we only return to reality.
Absolution; the word is so befitting right now.Like the fullstop at the end of a sentence; to end it all.
(On a more positive note, guess who's planning to drop by Melbourne next month!)
yes perhaps in passing we will find it, but in the meantime this illusory life can be so real sometimes. i am glad death is certain.
when are you coming?? details please... msg me or call!!