I am making a dead man dream
of a life on the other side of what if.
-what if?

little kittens came by;
have you seen my fear dissappear?
-meow.

at the rear of your mind i appear,
a speck among the multitudes within you.
-with(in) you.

a jump, a leap;
Neil Armstrong calling out the mankind.
-my kind.

lay your hands on mine,
the dead man has come alive. but,
-what if?

what if he dies, once again?
what if his dreams are gone with his life?
-his life is my dream, darling.

for I am the dead man, I was,
the dead man now on the other side (of)
-what if.

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there's an ache in my chest-
an ache
almost as if the world inside of me
is too much,
too much for me
and I,
I too little.
there's an ache
in my chest.
an ache.

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I am trying to hold on
to you.

It's become too much,
too much.

If you could lend me your hands
and let me dissolve in an embrace,

perhaps,
I would stop searching for a home
to call my own.

//Perhaps.

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This life that I have been living, do you know where it's going to take me? I don't know either. But that's the thing about life, isn't it? You go wherever it takes you. You trust it. You know life is going to take you to someplace beautiful. But don't you forget that where you are is also where life took you to. Where you are is beautiful too. Who you are is beautiful too.— % &

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I have been thinking. About life, it's purpose and all that it has to offer. Why should we suffer so much to add meaning to life when one day we all just die?

Death. Life.
Strong words.

You know, some days it all gets too much. But the optimist I protect inside me never lets me betray hope.
But that doesn't mean I don't cry or rant about this painful mission we are doomed to accomplish- living. Life is pretty unfair starting from birth, isn't it? Consider our birth, was there ever a choice to not be born?— % &But again, the optimist in me shouts, life is pretty beautiful. We get to experience it all, sunrises, sunsets, moon, sky, bird's chirps, love, friendships, kindness, fear,confidence, failures, successes, tears, kisses, and hugs!

Perhaps that's the thing about life, that we get to experience both good and bad. And maybe suffering is just the price we pay to experience joy, and joy the price we pay to experience suffering.

Life is beautiful.
I protect the optimist in me very fiercely, didn't I say?

I refuse to give up hope.
I refuse to give up on hope.

// HOPE.
~strong word.— % &

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HOW TO IGNITE A REVOLUTION

Tonight when
the world goes quiet
and the voice inside you grow loud,

look into the mirror
and whisper
"I love you"— % &

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I have tried for too long to love
and have loved

but what is left is a heart
that believed in love and
held onto hope

what is left is
a heart that's been tested
over and over

but still believes
still loves
still hopes

even while it is hurting

//
it is hurting, my heart
it is hurting my heart.

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