constantly looking out at the world
feeling alone in myself
and yet there are many voices
the conversations with the past and the future
sometimes i feel like the king of the world
and then sometimes that i don't exist
perhaps both are true
and that this dream is all a dream
and so slowly there is this awakening
not so much from the dream,
but to the realisation that we are the dreamer
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Nice one :)
i read this again... only to find that i commented here last here.
Odd... perhaps? that i dont recall being year.
re-read it... and i empathize with the notions expressed within.
I took a million pictures of myself to answer those self questions.
Duplicate comments and silly typos.. ;)
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