I am 37 I write when I feel something. Much of what I write has to do with getting my feeling out of my system. I feel older then my age. I have always been told I was an old soul.
Anyway in the waking world we waste our time away. Soon days pass and we are still in the same place as yesterday. Never aware till its to late and all we have left is our last day. Then we think of all the things we wish we did when we had time. However time has past in this the waking state. now we sleep one last time and as well slumber we might be able to do everything we ever wished. In this one last night for we will never return to the waking world. The bonds that tethered our souls to this world weaken as we drift into nothingness.
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