Because I haven’t died yet
In me, I can still fly, believe in monsters and cast spells on those that hurt me.
In my mind, I can still dream and feel like light and jump from place to place without a care.
Magic hasn’t died, and I am like a rainbow in the dark, shining so brightly in my splendor people stare but don’t dare venture forth towards my truth. Naaturally, I try to wriggle away from “reality”, since, quite obviously, it is so un-ideal, so dreadful it makes me wonder why anyone can smile.
Notwithstanding, I awake to a world heralding my surrender; 1984 all over again. But I won’t surrender, as much as it hurts me, even where I exist now, in an institution among institutions within institutions, I don’t surrender.
In my life, I have been accused of a lot of character shortcomings, absentmindedness, quixotic, nonconforming to the point of obnoxiousness, but in the end, I did what I did for love.
In the end, it is love and will always be love and the search for it within all that has and will never exist that keeps me going, my raison d’être thusly a product of my own delusions and dreams. Really, all this happiness is in our heads, I just take reality and disfigure it into something grander.
Be my ideas as they are, I will never abandon my fancies and the things I humor from day to day. Merely watch other people’s time pass, as so many directions and sounds do, I uphold my standards of living.
I realize that in this society, responsibility and teamwork are honored to no small extent, as they portend the greatness of mankind. As utopian as these ideas have been presented, it would bring me joy to find that people begin to, once again as in the Enlightenment, turn this world into their own and to embrace their personal abilities and strengths. To dream and play along with each others games, no blood violence or hatred necessary.
My undertakings are all centered toward one thing, then: to nurture and foster an immortal soul.
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