Anew

Robert Hernandez

28 Jul, 2015 10:16 PM 
"Creating the division between thought and reality
Depriving my source of purity
Walking the plane of my own discord, of which there is no end

Reaching the cliff in comfort
I look down upon what awaits me
There is no Darkness, Isolation or Woe
For I reciprocated the concept, living in illusion

One step over as my body drops 
For I am not falling, rather flying
Flying into bliss
As the darkness recedes

Feeling the warm embrace of happiness
The shackles bound no more
Knowing a new reality"
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