Beyond the Borders of the Mind
Never meant to feel the loneliness of the crowded reality.
Nor the companionship of the isolating imagination.
The inversions of time — they mirror our reflection within ourselves,
only to show something that is fated never to align.
Like water shifting each instant, bypassing rocks with softness.
Breaking them with patience — yet humans were never meant to be both.
The mind was not designed to hold both.
The dancer and critic.
The gun and the victim.
The angel and the demon.
The imagination and reality.
The voices screaming quietly inside the head at 3AM.
The light from the moon, revealing fingers unconsciously gripping at the desk.
The veins tightening in the brain,
the late nights trembling.
The confusion becomes real,
understood only by itself.
Creating minds that travel through time, space, and dimensions — infinitely seeking meaning.
Scanning every step, every corner, finding only distortion — error.
How wonderful and dangerous,
how playful and tedious,
how certain and ambiguous,
it could shine like sun on a river, or dilute you into its eternity.
So beware — when you dance beside these waters,
the glance is seductive —
think twice before stepping beyond the borders.
It may free you — or break you.
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