One Definitive Moment In Time

Close your eyes for a moment and try to imagine, if you can a darkness darker than hell. your lying there on the ground. dark and alone with only incomprehensible images flashing in and out of the darkness. you try to call out and no one is there. Do you really exist? or. are you a figment in the imagination of others. what makes you real? do figments really get sick and have to go to the doctor? do figments feel pain, experience loss, heartache? I assure you this life of mine, i am a figment and i experience all of these things. i was removed from existence at a young age. the pain that event caused my family was almost unbearable for me to watch from afar. the flashes of images of people trying to take care of me,to bring me back. ha. this is where i belong amongst the other figments floating in this pool of watered down life with the meaninglessness of true self lost long ago amongst the "reality"of true things in a concrete world.think about this keyboard your using,the monitor, the mouse in your hand the words on the screen-----all made up by some one to make your "life" easier. are they really there? where were you five years ago? do you recall june third 1983? were you alive? this is the date of the event i will never forget. it was most certainly not made up it was concrete and very real.

© 2007 Myk Malice

Reviews

[Richard McLin]

It is rough, but it's very good for a spontaneous piece. Most of my better work comes from thoughts that just pop into my head. Great job.

Richard