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Eryu61

The birth of the world, the day our earth is filled with life. It was the start of a new beginning. Gaia, shall receive our blessings.

Two windows close silently, they did not open for the winds to enter, neither for the tired air inside to escape. It was a jolt of the future that re-opened the windows, the windows to the soul.

The present seems so unreal, is there any truth in it. It seems so much more colourful, seems that there is more life, seems that there is more emotion, seems that there is more spirite, seems that there is more passion. The past is stale, pales in comparison excpet that the past is real, the past is absolute, the past exists. The present fails in reality, there is no object, just an image, obscuring all of us.

Is there any hope in the present. Is my existence just to maintain the present? I look towards the real past, the bright future and the present still remains...




Deficielis