Realms of Being

Realms of Being

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Reality. Memories. Spirit. Death. Realms of Being, tells a tale of two lovers searching for each other in four different worlds of darkness and light, war and peace both spiritually and physically, trying to comprehend the meaning of life and death, and the essence of memories. "What is the essence of memory When absence is but cruel misery? Will you go, sailing away the sea leaving only a ghost from a reverie? Will you remember me and recall Our memory on some distant shore?" The first realm is the bitter yet serene Reality. The second one is the land of Memories, the absent life. The third is the Spiritual sphere and the forth is the realm of Death. "Death held his hand, it was the time A vision came, so bright, so divine Of Melinda, as a godly design" "My soul, as my heart, is thine."
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Dear You, This story is about longing. This story is about two people who weren't supposed to collide came together. This story is about the tryst with destiny. What happens when despite all the words that are bestowed, everything was left unsaid. What happens when despite all the trust bestowed, hope was gone? This story is the shortest ballad written down in the longest time. Trying to delay as much as one could bottle up just to avoid the pages turning. It's about the relationship that faded away but just when the memories began to fade someone found the oldest trick in the book, to write. This story is about all the letters that were returned unread, sent to an address which no longer could be found. It's about how two people who meet on a staircase try to embrace each other's true self behind the veil. Relations are always imbalanced and that's the truth that no one talks about, at least on paper. You are told that in relation two must be equal for it to suffice but the truth is that in those relations that suffice there is always one who does more. Then the other person tries to make effort but fails. And when they both stop they become who they were all along; strangers. This wouldn't be like a story that will catch you off guard or knock you off your feet. But by the time you are done, you will be left with compassion and feeling what was felt by him and her, in all the real sense. With the words which are to be savored, and with the gaps to be swallowed too as raw as they are meant to be. She had flowers in her hair and demons in her head. He had cigarettes in his hand, yeah that's all he really had. Sometimes things happen slowly, eventually, gradually yet suddenly for you to realize that it's all over before it ever had a chance to begin and like the time all those moments that pass, the stories usually go and come around where it all started. Sincerely, The guy who wrote what was unsaid.

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