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Fugacious Thoughts

Whisper

A word, a whisper, a scream, do you remember them all in your waking moments, or can you hear them in your dreams, does your past haunt you, can you feel it dripping through the seams of all your spurious lies, into the chambers of your darkest truths, can you see your fate, from beyond the forests and all the seas, where will you go, where will you be, walking free, amongst the trees, or burning up into smoke in the cool breeze, will you falter when your love and hate meet, will you miss the sounds of the peaceful vocals and soothing beats, have the memories of a life once lived escaped your heart and mind, is there anything left in you to find, a word , a whisper or scream, what is it that you see deep within the crumbling walls of your dreams, what is it you feel in the last remaining parts of your heart, do you miss the cold of death, or the heat of life, what is it that remains with you all those nights, when all is dark, when all is silent, when you hear the violence humming from miles away, when you realize that here is where you will disappear and never stay, what is it that remains with you, when you look in the mirror, do you see someone else, or is it really you, when you walk outside, why is it you see the sadness within others, the kind that resides inside, they've all smiled and laughed, but you know they've lied, you know that deep down they've cried, you know that deep down, nothing's exists, for they have forgotten how to live, so they have died, buried under the skin, is just the pain of a life never lived, a loved one whom they'll never forgive, a game they'll never win, a word, a whisper, a scream, they will never wake up from their dreams, not all is what it seems. 

Charles Freeman
Charles Freeman

Spreading the truth about our own realities to one another opens up a new page in our history.  One filled with the mellifluous sounds of laughter,  the warm feelings of love and the power of caring. So I,  will spread my truth. 

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