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We wear the mask so much we forget who we truly are.
We become afraid of ourselves.
We become afraid of ourselves.
Literature
{An Education}
It's like death
Precious notions
You gasp-
Collapse into the vertigo
The world where things take shape
Destroy and Recreate
So much so that your mind is a stranger
You might as well
Be dead
Real death
By yourself and left to fend
Ideas and opinions broken and then
Changed into a likeness of Truth, you mend
Pieces joined, and while there's freedom again
Sleepless nights-
Your pulled
Left and right
Thoughts hidden in plain sight
Tangled sheets you try to fight
And toss and turn in the night
Because
It most times gray
And (never) black and white
Pulls the wool form over your eyes
Your thoughts have changed and you realize
"You're learning.
Literature
Historical Fiction, Part One
It was the peculiar time of day with that unique, warm weather where the sun seems suspended in coloured liquid. A few light clouds covered the sky, and were lit by that same sun as it slowly made its way below the horizon. That light cast darkness and lengthening shadows across the rolling ground, featured with hard-packed dirt roads, small farming complexes, most often a barn, a farmhouse, some fields, generally surrounded by a low stone wall. Thankfully the hedgerows had been left behind.
A knocked out M4A2 Sherman tank, all hatches open and a hole punched into the middle of the hull's flank, sat on the road leading between a small farm a
Literature
Dreamers
Us ne'er do wells find nothing
In oblique, obsidian towers.
But once there was a world
We were meant to create.
Dream of it to pass the hours.
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And what is ourself but a play of our mind.