Walking Around In a World of My Own

17 Aug

Connecting with you only validates the reality I am trying to escape.

While running from you, I am running towards me.

I am locked behind bars that follow me wherever I go.

If there is a secret to obtaining the key, the answer has not become apparent to me.

Overwhelming gratitude for what is only serves as a reminder for what is not.

My mind is in a paradox: what is true is not real and what is real is not true.

To get out, go through.  To rise up, kneel down.  To see, believe.

No one knows for certain so speculation is all that is left.

Please, help me become who I already am.



H. Hassenbein 

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