They say ignorance is never a good thing.
But sometimes, I pray I am ignorant.
Today, the sun finally rains down its brightness upon me, attempting to warm the coldness that has forever imprisoned me within it. I can't feel its warm touch, though.
Since the cold is the only feeling I can ever feel.
I know I am too observant for my own good. I see the things most people would've not seen, and if they have seen it, they'd pray to have unseen what ever they have seen. But we all know what we see cannot be unseen. We can forget, yes, but we can never truly abolish that memory.
Recently, I have observed something. Something I shouldn't have observed. Something I have observed anyway.
I wish I wasn't this observant.
If I am to be ignorant, I wouldn't have to know all the things happening around me. I wouldn't have to know the tension, the uneasiness, the fear happening in this society.
I wouldn't have to know a thing.
I could stay in a daydream.
I could stay in a fairytale.
I could stay in my hallucinations.
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Sometimes I wish I wasn't so knowledgeable.
Since knowledge gives you the heavy burden of knowing the truth.
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A Prose With No Direction
SpiritualA prose with no direction. A mind with no guidance. A human without a purpose. That is the kind of story I hate to be. That is the kind of story I, unfortunately, am.
