Today was one of my better days,
My life will always be like this,
Up one minute,
Down the next,
Up in the heights of heaven,
Then down in the pits of hell.
I like it,
Or well I make do with it,
People have so much to say,
However they don’t know what it’s like,
I’d like for them to be me,
Just for one day.
On second thoughts,
No I wouldn’t,
I wouldn’t have my life any other way,
I am what I am,
At least I can say I’m proud,
Can they?
I listen to music,
I write, I study,
I game, I love,
I laugh, I smile,
I feel, I’m alive,
Could I ask for more?
I like expressing myself,
Some of it is irrelevant,
Some of it is relevant,
Some of it is fantasy,
And on the other hand,
Some of it reality.
There is a fine line,
You know between real and fiction,
Fiction takes inspiration from the real,
Fabricates it and makes it pretty,
Don’t get caught up in a story,
As in the end it is make believe.
That doesn’t take away the experience,
Just lessens the pain,
As you know at the end,
Whatever the conclusion,
You moulded it and created it,
You were the one who wrote it.
You breathed the air into the characters,
You put your pen to paper,
You felt the characters emotions,
You researched the fact,
You loved the character arcs,
And the cliffhangers.
Fiction is wrapped tightly in reality,
Not as it is fact, but more,
That it is real as humans wrote it,
You took it from your mind,
If that doesn’t make it real,
Then is our imagination false?
Philosophy dictates that anything is possible,
There is no truth and no lies,
There is no real answer,
Accept that and thus accept the course of life,
Life is what we make it,
Whether that be fantasy or reality.
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