He was looking for solace

It could be someone or someplace

Or something he couldn't replace

But the road he took was rough 

And he couldn't always be tough 

Everyone he met was a liar 

Everyplace he went was on fire 

He was really tired 

And couldn't find the solace he desired 

And just like a wolf left its pack 

He would never come back

Been a long road to follow

Been there and gone tomorrow

Without saying goodbye to yesterday 

Are the memories I hold still valid? 

Or have the tears deluded them? 

Maybe this time tomorrow

The rain will cease to follow 

And the mist will fade into one more today 

Something somewhere out there keeps calling 

Am I going home? 

Will I hear someone singing solace to the silent moon? 

Zero gravity, what's it like? 

Am I alone?

Is somebody there beyond these heavy aching feet? 

Still the road keeps on telling me to go on 

Something is pulling me

I feel the gravity of it all

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Have you ever been scared of your own self?
Your own voice?
Your own words?
Your own thoughts?

This is a story about a girl.
She was really scared of her own self.

Sometimes when she closed her eyes,
She felt like she was walking alone in a dense forest.

Dark.
Cold.
Damp.
Quiet.

Nobody was there.
Just her.
And the further she went, the more scared she became.

She tried to get out, but the forest was endless.
She was trapped there and couldn't see the exit.

And suddenly, something started chasing her.
Something really atrocious, something hideous.
She didn't know what it was.
She was too scared to look.
But when she finally caught a glimpse of it,
The terror she felt was overwhelming.

That something was her own self.

She could hear herself screaming.
Screaming and screaming.
She could feel herself running.
Running and running.
Over and over again.
Until it became an endless loop.

And then after hours of desperation and agony,
She finally opened her eyes.
And everything went back to normal.
She was back in her room, on her bed.
In the middle of the night.
Crying.

She was all alone.

And she was still scared.

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What is real?
And what is not?

What is true?
And what is not?

We live in a world full of lies.
So how can we know what's real and what's not real?
How can we know what's true and what's not true?

Well,
I guess we'll never know.

We just believe something's real and something's not real.
We just believe something's true and something's not true.

But what if I don't believe anything?
How can I decide what's real and what's not real?
What's true and what's not true?

In the end, only my own self can answer those questions.

And what's my answer?


Nothing.