- Existential Crisis
- Illusions of reality
- Philosophy of life
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Strange were humans: What they always wished was if they could, somehow, trade their lifetime of a lucid dream for one moment of disillusionment. Rather, when they got a chance, they turned their faces, away; got lost in conundrums of the … Continue reading
For how long will we be, in the ephemeral temples of mortality, feeling the unyielding urge, to unearth the dreadful mysteries, dissembled stories, lost in the cemetery of dying out humanity?
These mystic symbols of the times long lost, Stand here all reticent. Aloof. Aloft. Their decrepit, sightless appendages thence Beholding the poor mortals decay. Their decadence to the life ripples, the time frost. The lofty offshoots, those scions of strength; … Continue reading