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2020-04-17 13:27:34 (UTC)

Mirror

Everything feels the same. I fault the world for being unchanging, but I know I am not so different. But what can I change in this universe but myself? And how do I convince myself to ever change? I'm not sure I have it in me to pull something from nothing—and everything I have done so far is surely nothing. I have no future, only a past of memories. The present trickles on, indifferent and tasteless.

I dream of the island. It's an illusion of happiness, an impossible hope. I think if it were real I might finally be satisfied. If it were real I might know peace. You could say it is real in my mind, but it cannot help me there. I need to touch the grass and taste the sea. I need to walk the sloping path down to the caves, to see the moonlight reflecting off the stone walls. I need to stand at the crest of the mountain and see the valley spilling out before me. It isn't enough to remember it, to see it in my minds eye. If my mind could bring me happiness like that, then I wouldn't be in this situation to begin with.

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