And sometimes we adopt these casualties as if they were our own, in the darkest of times, during the only thing we know as real. Finally we struggle to give it away but the most painful of realizations is the moment when we understand this is ours to keep. I will open your eyes to the death of innocence. There is a truth in my anger, an outstretched grasping hand. There is little sympathy in this place, and even less understanding. We are all washed as clean as we can get. But save the dirt and praise tomorrow because it all makes no difference.
Do you want me to really show you something? Really? Because I can. But you may not like what you see. If you want me to, I can turn this whole thing inside out and pull what you thought was reality away, piece by broken piece, then maybe, just maybe, you might have something to say.
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Reasons for not answering ‘yes’. Powerful and most brilliant.
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Thank you for the read and comment.
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Stories,
This is an interesting piece! Very mysterious, alluring and a bit haunting. It left me feeling a bit creeped out, in a good way. Truth, what is truth? And what is reality? The stories we tell ourselves, huh? We are VERY adept at telling ourselves the right lies to soothe and comfort our inner child. Like a bedtime tale before heading off into dreamstates of altered consciousness, we allow for another kind of alternate dreamstate during our waking hours. One which prevents us from hitting a wall because, quite frankly, most of us just can’t deal with real and raw. It is far too up close and personal, too in our faces and we just don’t know how to deal when confronted with it. So instead we choose the game of make believe. It’s complicated though, isn’t it? I think when we become really good at maintaining facades and courting lies, we think we’re in control, we think that we can play this game forever…until. we can’t. Until the gig is up! And eventually, the gig is always up and we are stripped raw to reveal the charlatans we have all been, at some point or other…An honest and revealing piece about our human nature.
Well done!
~Wilde
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Thanks for the intuitive comment. I would say you hit many of the points I was getting at during this conversation with myself.
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Doesn’t it get exhausting sometimes: the conversations with self? I have far too many! Glad I’m not the only one…sometimes it feels like the people in the white jackets are closing in on me…lol.
-Wilde
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Yup. I actually get through to myself sometimes though.
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Then keep talking….and keep revealing….you are obviously doing something right 😋
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I enjoyed this piece. Glad we connected.
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Thank you for that, it is much appreciated.
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Thank you again, as always for such an insightful comment, I really appreciate you taking the time to do so.
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Your existentialist pieces always leaves the reader open to many interpretations, and I like the places it takes me to.
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Thank you for the kind words, I appreciate that.
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