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Musings of the dark

 Looking at the balcony of my house I always tend to think about various forms of life which co exists in this world. Each having their own stories, agendas, problems and their own perspectives to look at world some more finely developed others poorly so , some being more rigid on their philosophies others being to vague about it. Looking down from  here I can see tiny, miniscule people having supposedly higher sense of self been totally oblivious about their own demise which could manifest in so many forms and could quickly cease their existence, been above everybody else I realize how inconsequential their lives are still they are trying to reach me , trying to rescue me from whom I ask.. I  standing above everybody else could see the futility of their life. There are certain things that i want to convey them but they misinterpret it into something else causing more chaos and havoc down there. Some are trying to reach me by stacking corpses of the people hoping they could eventually kill me, they are wielding weapons probably to butcher me. How foolish they are to think like that, maybe they are been misguided to believe that they are near but they aren't i can clearly see that, perhaps my vision is impaired and I can't see that but anyway either the case it doesn't matter  anymore. My existence is itself becoming a obstruction .  I have started to find my home at peace and solace into the absolute oblivion.  

Wait I am hearing  strange sound of footsteps approaching towards me my home is dark. strangely I can see many people trying to enter into my balcony but not a slight ray of light is entering into my room. The sounds of footsteps are now increasing there is no way for me to know  where they are coming from. A sense of fear yet happiness is surging within me as though somebody is going to liberate me from my own liberations,  I cant move outside of this room but still I could enter into different dimensions of reality which are constantly changing at a fast pace and I cant make sense of it  fuck I cant even the know the rate at which its changing. This is not the first time I am hearing this voices I hear them often in fact more obscure and stranger than this. To be frank enough I don't even know for how long this room was dark it was not always as far as I remember I could see this room glittered with lights and colors. Each and every time I hoped I would get my peace but they all passed by me as though I have engulfed them and cloaked them with my emptiness. I don't know what they would bring me this time.

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