Ever feel as though the life you are living is not your own? That the people, the characters, places and things are are merely pieces of a game; dictated by some higher power? What lies before us, merely an illusion; a mirage that inevitably does not exist? "It's all make believe, isn't it?" She uttered. Did she have the same feelings? Sometimes I walk around with purpose, but no meaning. I live begrudgingly, completing the mundane; tasks that hinder me from feeling alive. It is when I exude passion, that the light in my eyes shines through. Lately, my passions have been neglected. It is in these brief minutes I can write that the energy within me blossoms. I often wonder if it is selfish to ignore. Ignore the world to escape for a few brief moments; to desensitize, to figure out the players in the game, to comprehend the mirage. Is it selfish to want to be alone?
{found in my journal}
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xo Kristina
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