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  2 A.M. Thoughts      Sometimes, letting go can be the hardest part.        We always think we’re ready. We always believe that we’ve packed our things and made our peace, to the best of our abilities. However, until one truly sits in the void, starring off into the distant fields which lie beyond the front door- one can never truly know.        There’s something about leaving a place for the very last time that haunts me. Something, about finally packing your bags and never looking back, that scares my soul. Even though, deep down inside, we know it’s time- the moment never really feels real. ✶      Letting go is something I’ve always struggled with. From moving on, to moving out- something about the past keeps me in place. At least, something about my idea of it. Reality is often more disappointing than we truly imagine it in our head.        All my life, I wished for a way out. A path, tha...

  Art Will Save The World.      I believe it was Dostoevsky who said that, many, many years ago. Which goes to show that the world has been in a d decline for a long time now. History continues to repeat itself, over and over again. No matter what day or age it is, the evils of yesterday are ever-present tomorrow as well.      I fear I may never be able to save the world. I fear that my ability to extend out and aid those who are in distress will diminish. I fear that I am nothing more than a failure in the arts.        Saving the world was all that I ever dreamt of. Being able to wake up, and work towards awakening the human spirit and consciousness. Unfortunately, a grim reality is slowly setting within. The fact that I am simply not strong enough. That I have overestimated my reach, and I must now face the consequences. The consequences that I will soon become nothing more than another cog in the machine. Another brick in the wal...

  Dreams & Nightmares!      At what point do your dreams begin to evolve into nightmares? At what point do you finally throw in the towel, and say that this is too much to bear?      It’s been years since I’ve seen her face, yet she visits me every single night in my dreams. Every single night, where I finally get to be with her. The only single point in time, where her & I are together and happy again.      I know, I know- quit the sob story. Grow up and get over it. Well I did. Or at least, I thought I did. I thought I had finally packed my baggage and moved on. I thought I had finally found peace, and was wiling to look forward to something else instead. Yet every single time that I convince myself the truth- she comes right back again. She creeps into my subconscious, haunting me in the void.        So I once again ask- at what point do dreams become nightmares? At what point, does one sit down and accept ...