mine and yours

you being an illusion of mine
i am not sure of your existence even if you beat me up or start litigation against me
no matter how much you hurt me
i have no option and forget you instantly
you do not exist even when i assume you are

you may have your own world
they are definitely not mine
whatever i write in my blog here is not at all relevant to you
it is only exclusively for me
please do not waste your time

Contrary to my believe my world is not rosy
there is no future in my world
My world is the meanest and darkest thing imaginable
I have no illusion left
there is no love giving or sharing in my world
I am squeezed dry like a lemon
i am squeezed to give up everything and everyone
My world is to skin me live and out of my existence
It is dry and hopeless
there is no moral no lesson to learn except one
it is futile to imagine love
my world is dark and forever shall be so

i hear always
my world is dark because i am so
i am so
the darkest meanest without another

I have given up on my world
it is unknown unstable untouchable unusable
it is illusion at unbridgeable distance away
it is not same as before
then I had hope
my knowledge of who i am
reduced my world to non substance and immaterial
There is nothing and none worth living for in my world
no love no moral no honesty no sharing no peace no comfort no prosperity no happiness no heaven
only hatred only torture only abuse only killing
I am the failure in creation
the worst conceivable

I am real the only real
my divorce is complete with my world
the illusion is complete
I do not know meaning reason or significance about any illusion

I cannot be pretending searching grieving suffering belonging honorable learned expecting protesting
I cannot be fraud
I must be silent no matter what
noise disturbance chaos destruction typhoon flood fire war misfortune
now



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