Poems from beyond the grave...

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So many texts and things to say, but do they mean anything? All they are, are words on a screen. All words are just symbols that make sense to some and not to others. Words are nothing but air and sound. And yet they toy with our hearts and play with our minds.

To try harder to make them happy is to sentence yourself to hell. To stand up for yourself to keep yourself safe and healthy, is a path some are wanting to take but they have been looped into the other. And yet some have chosen a third path. So many words to say. And so much air to breath and yet, nothing is actually real. Because reality is different for everyone. Nothing is actually real within the boundaries put in place by others to explain existence when they cannot explain how a mass of fat, nerves, and chemicals can create a consciousness.

There are no walls and yet there are several. Are you sure that you are encased in a room or are you just holding yourself there because of you perception to a reality that is different?
Humans punish other humans because of differences. How can they be sure of normality when there is no actual standard that can be repeated.

Time is only weighed by humans. It will soon make sense