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[E] Writings of a Mel (1)
Here are a couple of things I wrote last night before I went to sleep.
I just decided I'd put them here.
Um... if you have a question or something, feel free to make it known. I'll see if I can find an answer or response. xP
What is it to wonder just what lips taste like, or what fingertips feel like? What is it to wonder how it feels to be entwined in the arms of another? What is it to wonder whether there is meaning in every word beyond a dictionary definition? A meaning meant for one alone? What is it to wonder the feeling of passion, driving one to its peak and holding one until the pleasure or tension should burst from within? What is it to wonder, never knowing, whether to love or lust? What is it to wait? To watch for "the one" perfect match day for day, night for night? A relentless torment for what can never be found.
How well does a vivid imagination affect the body? If the mind controls the reality, why does the mind assume but one image is the correct one? Who is to say that the common idea of reality is the truth? What can disprove a "delirious" mind if what said mind assumes correct affects the body in whatever general way said mind feels affected?
Consider death a common reality. Regardless of whether a mind may choose to disbelieve it, doubt will wear away such resolve until death is the closer reality.
Death is the closer reality.
Life being consciousness alone.
Death consumes an estimated third of our lives when we sleep. Our unconscious self is merely the shadow of our death. It comforts most and reminds all that to avoid and deny death is futile. We all will at an end be claimed. And we all shall know an endless dream.
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