"Someone feed the monkey while I dig in search of China,
White as Dracula as I approach the bottom"
I am not happy in this world.
However, for most of the time, I am completely optimistic. I maintain an enthralled state with most things. I'm easily entertained for the most part.
I strongly believe that this life has a purpose, whether we discover it in due time or not...
But when fiction meets fact...a cataclysm of worry overtakes me. My heart aches for a fictional existence...Not completely or irrevocably, just enough to be able to slip in and out of worlds. Because when fiction overtakes fact, the elation is temporary... but ever so fulfilling...
"Desperate and ravenous,
So weak and powerless,
Over you"
1 comment:
Fantasy is also your lover?
Is fact overtaken when it is no longer entertaining?
Maybe there's not just one purpose...and maybe one of them is to become proficient at viewing fact and fiction simultaneously?
As usual, we pose questions as answers...
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