September 28, 2010
Belief is truly rare.
Are we really alive?
Or are our dreams just reality?
And Reality just a stream
And uninvolved.
And independent.
Crying with the sighs of our future,
Or what we're leaving behind.
Unable to release ourselves from the current,
We laugh.
We dance.
We drift.
We sink.
But it's alright,
So long as it's "we".

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