When I lye here alone in my bed,
I realize something,
There's something there,
Inside of me that no can see,
As me myself can only fee,
When I try to explain,
No one understands,
Not even me,
It's just that knowing that people have,
The knowing of what's inside,
And what it looks like,
To me...it looks like...
something unimaginable..a dream...a fantasy,
Something that can't be described in words that anyone could ever think of,
the feeling of being fulfilled, loved and hated, all at the same time,
Not to myself, not to others, not to anything...
Just the unknown feeling of everyting that surrounds you,
the living, the dead, the yong, the old,
When something happens...you know its going to happen,
Not as planned...or just maybe as others wanted or needed it to be,
Words that are said,
Are best said in actions...the actions of feeling..
The feeling that tells you now to act...and then waht to say...
What you say...when you say it...
You say it how it is...not how you wish it was...but how it is...
To me...the only word everyone needs to understand is...REALITY
April 27th 2006
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