It's funny how writing down your thoughts as you disconnect yourself from the world is so rare that it can be put as an assignment. What do people do in their free time?
Am I the odd one out... wondering about everything other people would simply ignore?
Once you open your eyes and turn your gaze from the screen and realize, really just look at everything around you
it's addicting.
Every color,
every shade,
so vibrant.
The sounds of life going on right in front of you.
Nothing you could possibly recreate.
You know, I'm sorry, but it's ridiculous how everyone around me is so deep in their own vanity that they consider themselves so spiritual the moment they look up from their phones.
Why am I so angry though?
Isn't it good that people wake up?
I guess I'm just disturbed by their superficiality.
I'm surprised it hasn't been done before because the second people just are...
they dive into an infinite bath of hot questions.
Everything around us is merely an illusion of our own mind.
Only the individual lives life the way they do. No one else can reach that similarity.
Ideas, emotions, energy; it's all kept inside the mind. The second you explore in it and realize the infinite possibilities...
it makes you want to leave everything behind.
I just want to explore the world,
every crack,
every color.
I want to question everything.
It's dangerous.
All I want to do is leave everything behind and explore
the universe,
the mind,
the astral planes.
I suppose that's why I'm angry.
I suppose that's why schools suppress our talents and have our eyes stare at the fools that scribble on the blackboard as our hands automatically write without hesitation with nothing left to fight.
I suppose that's why schools keep us so busy with shallow ideas that we forget what we're capable of because you see, as the second we wake up from this robotic routine, from this trance...
everyone will leave.
Everyone will be gone into the corners of the world and explore life.
What would the world be like?
About the Creator
Marina H.
Searching for my meaning of life. Enjoy your stay.
Gossamer
"Murray! Wake up!" He loved that period between waking and dreaming. To him, it was like entering another dimension; more of a dreamscape than dreaming itself. There was an otherness to it that he wanted to grasp and yet deeply respected the fact that it could never be his totally. This is what gossamer was; flighty and light, a wisp of smokiness, an idea suggested but not fully revealed, a slit in cloth, a copse in the wood.
By Rachel Deeming7 days ago in Fiction
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